Seed Slave No. 059by KailuChaptersPrologueChapter 1 Dinners and DreamsChapter 2 - Unwanted MarePrologueNormally you'd start a story talking about the weather, or at least I think that is how it's usually done. Well in my case I don't really see the weather all that much if at all. I've been bound and blinded for so long now, time really does fly when you nap the majority of the day and night. In any case I assume you're wanting an explanation as to what I'm talking about, well then... my name is Seed Slave No 059, I'm not joking, that's what all the workers here call me, it's been far too long since I've heard my real name that I've forgotten it and adapted my given numerical name. One would guess it would mean I'm not the only one in this facility. At least I have the comforting thought that I'm not alone in this. 'Bzzzzt!' Ah it would seem the mare of the day is being buzzed in. The door slides with a finishing click after it closed again, her gentle hooves tapping the floor told me she was a first-timer. I enjoy first timers, no dedicated mate to help them have their foal, so they come to whatever this place is and procure the services of what everyone seems to call a 'Seed Slave'. You already figured all that out though haven't you? Right then... "Greetings ma'am, come to receive the seed for the plant that is the foal to nurture and grow correct?" Comforting smile, well as comforting as a bound and blinded stallion can be. "Mhmm, it's... rather exciting." "I can tell, you smell divine." Member unsheathing, gasp by the mare. "Oh my... you're-" "Getting ready to provide the foal you desire ma'am." Big stupid grin. Moment of pause. "W-well if you're that ready already..." She wasn't kidding, it was positively throbbing now, she really did smell good, all this time, you'd think I'd have built a slight immunity to that sweet scent mares make, but it turns out to be impossible to accomplish such a feat. "Just slide yourself under me, you'll have to bounce back and forth a little, but it shouldn't take much to allow me to fill you up." There was a moment of silence before I heard her hooves start moving again, getting closer to me. That soft gentle clop of hoof meeting granite. Another pause, she really is new at this. Then, I felt a warmth against my chest as she slid under me, the tip of me sensitive member prodding her wet entrance, letting out a soft gasp before she began pressing herself back. Her marehood taking my hard rod with ease and a gasp before she managed to get most of the length. My hips as always tried to thrust, but the restraints once again prevented such movements from happening. "Hnn wow, you feel wonderful ma'am!" I complimented her, just like I do all the mares that are assigned to me. She seemed to like it as she returned my compliment with her own. "So d-do you ahhh!" She sped up and I grunted, growing hungrier for my seed it would seem. "G-get ready ma'am I'm about t-to blow!" Just as I finished saying so, my flare popped in her and my foal batter shot out, spurt after spurt until I filled her up, she felt like she was having her own moment as I felt her tail twitch against me as I finished up. She soon inched forward savoring the feeling of my member before it came out with an audible pop. In turn I received a flick of her tail across my chest as she turned to face me and give my a hug. I wish I could have returned the sentiment fully. "Thank you for the foal. I'll take good care of it! I promise I will!" She then gave me a kiss and went on her way, the door creaking open and then closing with a click. My member retreated to the comforts of it's sheathe with a drip of seed from the tip and I found myself relaxing in my restraints and a hunger in my belly. Luckily my caretakers didn't retrain all my movement as I shifted my hoof to press the call button on the restraint. The door creaked open soon after followed by the all too familiar voice of my particular caretaker. "Hey stud!" Yes, he really did say and mean that insult, to be fair though it technically is what I am. "Hey Chuffe." None of us used real names around here, we came up with our own to use, I just like my number. "So what can I get you?" He asked in his usual happy tone. It grows on you, takes time and aggravation, but it does. "I was thinking waffles, haven't had waffles in a while." Waffles and a mare I put a foal into, what could make such a good morning better? "That actually does sound brilliant, I'll go make us some waffles then, I'll be back with them in a few minutes." Then with that said, he was gone, out the door with the familiar click and leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wonder how virile Chuffe is. He never tells me of his bedroom conquests, heck I wonder how big he is. I've considered asking him if he'd like a blowie, but never actually worked up the courage to ask. Then again how would we even do it? My head is too high and thanks to these bindings I can't bend down, I suppose he could mount me if I asked him to, he's got a lovely weight to him judging by how he walks. I bet that's feel great on my back. Maybe I'm mating too much, I usually don't think of Chuffe like that, then again we are practically married, we talk, we argue, we bicker, he cooks our meals, serves me, takes care of me... I should really ask him out if we ever leave this place. The creak of the door came again, and then the click, then the hoofwork of Chuffe turning around. "Whoa! Somepony's excited!" He chuckled at my newly exposed appendage and I groan in irritation at my thoughts unsheathing me. "Heh, yeah I guess I'm ready to mate again." That wasn't entirely true, I'd yet to eat my breakfast. "You sure you're not just eager to see me Stud?" "Well of coarse I am Chuffe, you being here means waffles." "True, speaking of which are you ready to eat?" "Oh yeah, gimmie." I open my mouth, awaiting the buttery syrupy goodness that is the doughy breakfast cake. After a few scraping sounds, of which I assume was the fork cutting the waffle, it soon found it's way into my waiting mouth, I closed my mouth, chewed, and gave my foodie moan of thanks. Chuffe then had his piece, the fork scraping his teeth, always found that annoying, but made no mention of it. The process of me first and then him continued with my hard on deflating and retreating to it's sheathe. Once it was all done I decided to ask. "So, same as usual rubbie later?" "Yeah why?" "Well I was thinking, maybe... if we ever get out of this place, maybe we could do something together, catch something on the silver screen and go somewhere and snuggle or something, there's allot I want to do when I'm out of here, you've been one of the only constants and friends I have in this new life so I kind of want to experience them with you Chuffe." "Wow 059, that's really sweet... yaknow what sure, if we ever leave here, let's do stuff together." Remember how I said I really liked my number? "Chuffe, call me Sayak." Chapter 1 Dinners and Dreams"Daddy! Come play with us! Come play! We'll have ever so much fun!" My foals ran to me eldest daughter leading the pack, I picked her up and twirled her chuckling and giggling happily. "Right then, what should we play?" "How about tag? We can chase each other 'till we're red in in the face and passed out!" "Heh sounds fun, go on get running, I'll chase you." So we ran, chased each other back and forth for hours until we passed out in the grass, little after I awoke to murmuring, whispering amungst the little ones. "Daddy why is it hard?" With that I snapped awake to the blackness that is my blindfold, returned to reality my eyes flitted around trying to scan and see what was going on, realizing the pitch black was all that was to see I relaxed, it was only a dream. They come and go, sometimes it was about me playing with all the foals I've had the pleasure of making, sometimes it's seeing all the mares together in a group begging me for more foals. To be honest though, they are all pleasant, I've never had a nightmare in this place they were always good dreams, more often than not they- "Dinner!" Ah Chuffe. Door creak, open, clicking closed and my caretaker was here. "So what will we be having today?" "I was thinking a hay steak, side of string beans, and some potatoes." "Wow that sounds really good! I'll get right on it." He turned to start his trot to the kitchen before I interrupted his step. "Chuffe...." "Yeah Sayak?" "Can I have a slow rub today? I'm in the mood for some actual pleasure." "Well of coarse Sayak, about time you took some pleasure in it." With that he went off to cook our dinner. What I assume he meant by that is my general attitude toward the rubbings, I know they are for mares who are too shy or too busy to travel all the way here, but it feels so impersonal... I much rather meet the mare and give her the foal she desires rather than sending her the seed for her to put into herself. Ah, but I digress, it still means I'm being a good male and giving them the seed they need. That being said I do get a little sad in the colder months when mares aren't in heat. I have little use then, I like feeling useful. I guess that's a bit why I asked Chuffe out, he helps me feel useful during those months, giving me two rubs a day, telling me it's for the females who simply love the taste of my seed or the occasional gryphon who is unable to find a mate during their season. I really wish one of them would come in, they are very exotic. Hnnn giving one of them a foal would be a dream come true.... "Heh, getting ready for your rub, eh Sayak?" Gods dammit I'm hard again... "Mhmm just for you Chuffe." "Well ain't that sugary sweet, ready to eat?" "Damn right I am, start with the beans." So he fed me as usual, the food was lovely. The time then came for the daily rub. I was actually anxious for once, usually he uses some device or another to get my seed out quickly and efficiently, but since I asked him to do it slow I'm wondering how he'll do it, use a device but set it to slow? use his hooves? I really wish he could use his mouth... did I not mention he can't? Oh, right well the caretakers aren't allowed to sample the product unless he pays for it. "Ready for your rub Sayak? "Always am Chuffe." So it began, I heard him shuffle under me and I let out a gasp as I felt his soft hooves caress my sheathe, this part I knew, he always got me out by hoof before the device. Me unsheathing was no different from usual, it slipped out slowly, limply, letting it's musky scent out. I then heard a deep sniff and a sigh, probably Chuffe enjoying the smell as always. I can't blame him really, it smells good to me too. "Ah, there's the good ol' foalmaker! I know I see it every day, but I still enjoy it." "I know Chuffe, I love it too, just knowing it makes so many foals a day just keeps me smiling." I then felt his hoof slide down the top of my limp member. As I let out a sharp gasp of pleasure it twitched to life once again and his hooves kept up their rubbing, gently along the length before speeding up, switching to just one hoof I heard a container being dragged over, it's probably what I'm going to shoot my load into. "I know you asked for it slow, but it's really hard to do that with hooves, either way I'll try my best to drag it out." His hooves sped up as he said this, ooohhhh wow that's good... "Ooohhh you should do this more often Chuffe, it feels so good like this, much better than those devices." "Well then I think I will." Member twitch, big moan, attempt to thrust, fail, container lifted, few spasms. "G-getting close Chuffe! Get it r-ready!" "Ehm ahreedy hldrng it!" "Gooahhhhhh~!" My member twitched hard, the flare popping as my load rushed out and collided with the container, spurt after spurt it collected in the container. When it was done, it went limp again sliding back into it's hiding place that is my sheathe. "Wow! That's allot more than usual, you're right I should do that more, you'll make a mare really happy with this load." I was panting, that rub took allot out of me, quite allot really I felt drained, both of my seed and of my energy. I managed to respond, short of breath but still. "Ooohhh Chuffe... thanks... for the compliment and doing it that way, I hope you're right by the way, I hope she loves that load." I smiled, still out of breath as I heard Chuffe get to his hooves. "Chuffe..." "Yeah?" "Would you mind... would you mind just holding me for a little while?" "I don't mind Sayak, of coarse I'll hold you, it's only fair." So he wrapped his hooves around me, holding me tight and nuzzling me for a moment before backing off. "Thanks Chuffe." "No problem, good night Sayak, I'm going to deliver this while it's still warm." "Good night Chuffe, hope she loves it." "I hope so too." Then all I heard was the clip clop of his heavy hooves as he trotted, opening the door and leaving with the click, leaving me alone for the moment. Sleep then took me at that moment, and the day was fully over, leaving me happy and satisfied. Chapter 2 - Unwanted MareIt was quiet, only the shuffling of my fellow mages was heard, their quiet mumblings insignificant. I turned to my brother of the arcane as he opened his mouth to speak. "Have you seen that new girl?" My mouth moved without my control, producing words that weren't my own. "She's a cute one isn't she?" "Indeed... I'll have to practice some enchantment spells on that one...." In a flash of light another of my compatriots arrived. "He escaped! The deviant escaped!" He panicked, shouting his terror to us. "What?! Where is he? We can-" Before I even finished my sentence another flash of light occurred alerting us to the presence of the deviant. "I cannot be caged." With a flick of his horn he mazed my friend and our counter-casting began. "I cannot be controlled." Another flick of his horn and the one who alerted us stopped casting turning to face me with a blank look on his face, he was dominated... damn now I have to reverse that before I be- "Know this as you die, ever pathetic ever fools." That was it a flash of his horn and it was over... "Damn Chuffe you're brutal." "Hehehe, yeah, maybe we should start a new adventure from square one rather than in the middle of a massacre." "That sounds about right... I'm thinking a fighter druid... deer race... male... let's roll for stats." 'Bzzzzzt!' "Hold that thought, seems like your morning mare has arrived." Chuffe stood up by the sound of it, making his way to open the first door, the loud click signaling her entry. "Well hello there 059." The lust filled tone was all too familiar, it was Ms. Hjerte. I groaned my displeasure. "Yes well, you're not the greatest sight to behold either." She cantered closer, her hoofsteps growing louder as she neared my bound self. "I suppose you've come to abuse me more..." "Me? Abusive? Well that's just so true." I could practically hear her cold grin as she brought her hoof up to my still chin. I soon felt her lips pressed against mine, clearly she was trying to entice me, but I couldn't bring myself to unsheathe for this cold hearted mare... oh right, you guys don't know anything about her, she is Ms. Hjerte, she comes from a lineage of Valkyries, ancient all female pegasi warrior tribe, quite the male haters they were, kidnapping local males to serve as breeders like I do with my job, I've grown tired of her abuse toward me, her slaps and smacks... I've had enough of it. "Ms. Hjerte, I'm going to have to leave." "What?" "You heard me right Ms. Hjerte, please leave, if you do not do so voluntarily I'll have Chuffe throw you out." "I'll not stand for this! I deserve better!" "So do I, I'm tired of your abuse and I'll not stand for it any longer." I pressed the call button for Chuffe and he got here quite quickly. "While you are not welcome here any more I'll not deny your right to creating more foals, so from now on whenever you order from me it will be received in the mail just like our distance customers. Now good bye Ms. Hjerte." She left in a huff, escorted out of our room by Chuffe. Once I heard the door close I let out a relived sigh, I finally was rid of that rude mare. "Well I guess that means you get two rubbies today." A chuckle followed from him as well as one from me. "I guess there is that in the very least." "Ready for the first one then?" "Yeah Chuffe, get to it." So he went down under me and began working the seed out of me, causing me to relax at his touch. "Today's been a good day." Author's Note You get a cookie if you know the reference.
PrologueNormally you'd start a story talking about the weather, or at least I think that is how it's usually done. Well in my case I don't really see the weather all that much if at all. I've been bound and blinded for so long now, time really does fly when you nap the majority of the day and night. In any case I assume you're wanting an explanation as to what I'm talking about, well then... my name is Seed Slave No 059, I'm not joking, that's what all the workers here call me, it's been far too long since I've heard my real name that I've forgotten it and adapted my given numerical name. One would guess it would mean I'm not the only one in this facility. At least I have the comforting thought that I'm not alone in this. 'Bzzzzt!' Ah it would seem the mare of the day is being buzzed in. The door slides with a finishing click after it closed again, her gentle hooves tapping the floor told me she was a first-timer. I enjoy first timers, no dedicated mate to help them have their foal, so they come to whatever this place is and procure the services of what everyone seems to call a 'Seed Slave'. You already figured all that out though haven't you? Right then... "Greetings ma'am, come to receive the seed for the plant that is the foal to nurture and grow correct?" Comforting smile, well as comforting as a bound and blinded stallion can be. "Mhmm, it's... rather exciting." "I can tell, you smell divine." Member unsheathing, gasp by the mare. "Oh my... you're-" "Getting ready to provide the foal you desire ma'am." Big stupid grin. Moment of pause. "W-well if you're that ready already..." She wasn't kidding, it was positively throbbing now, she really did smell good, all this time, you'd think I'd have built a slight immunity to that sweet scent mares make, but it turns out to be impossible to accomplish such a feat. "Just slide yourself under me, you'll have to bounce back and forth a little, but it shouldn't take much to allow me to fill you up." There was a moment of silence before I heard her hooves start moving again, getting closer to me. That soft gentle clop of hoof meeting granite. Another pause, she really is new at this. Then, I felt a warmth against my chest as she slid under me, the tip of me sensitive member prodding her wet entrance, letting out a soft gasp before she began pressing herself back. Her marehood taking my hard rod with ease and a gasp before she managed to get most of the length. My hips as always tried to thrust, but the restraints once again prevented such movements from happening. "Hnn wow, you feel wonderful ma'am!" I complimented her, just like I do all the mares that are assigned to me. She seemed to like it as she returned my compliment with her own. "So d-do you ahhh!" She sped up and I grunted, growing hungrier for my seed it would seem. "G-get ready ma'am I'm about t-to blow!" Just as I finished saying so, my flare popped in her and my foal batter shot out, spurt after spurt until I filled her up, she felt like she was having her own moment as I felt her tail twitch against me as I finished up. She soon inched forward savoring the feeling of my member before it came out with an audible pop. In turn I received a flick of her tail across my chest as she turned to face me and give my a hug. I wish I could have returned the sentiment fully. "Thank you for the foal. I'll take good care of it! I promise I will!" She then gave me a kiss and went on her way, the door creaking open and then closing with a click. My member retreated to the comforts of it's sheathe with a drip of seed from the tip and I found myself relaxing in my restraints and a hunger in my belly. Luckily my caretakers didn't retrain all my movement as I shifted my hoof to press the call button on the restraint. The door creaked open soon after followed by the all too familiar voice of my particular caretaker. "Hey stud!" Yes, he really did say and mean that insult, to be fair though it technically is what I am. "Hey Chuffe." None of us used real names around here, we came up with our own to use, I just like my number. "So what can I get you?" He asked in his usual happy tone. It grows on you, takes time and aggravation, but it does. "I was thinking waffles, haven't had waffles in a while." Waffles and a mare I put a foal into, what could make such a good morning better? "That actually does sound brilliant, I'll go make us some waffles then, I'll be back with them in a few minutes." Then with that said, he was gone, out the door with the familiar click and leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wonder how virile Chuffe is. He never tells me of his bedroom conquests, heck I wonder how big he is. I've considered asking him if he'd like a blowie, but never actually worked up the courage to ask. Then again how would we even do it? My head is too high and thanks to these bindings I can't bend down, I suppose he could mount me if I asked him to, he's got a lovely weight to him judging by how he walks. I bet that's feel great on my back. Maybe I'm mating too much, I usually don't think of Chuffe like that, then again we are practically married, we talk, we argue, we bicker, he cooks our meals, serves me, takes care of me... I should really ask him out if we ever leave this place. The creak of the door came again, and then the click, then the hoofwork of Chuffe turning around. "Whoa! Somepony's excited!" He chuckled at my newly exposed appendage and I groan in irritation at my thoughts unsheathing me. "Heh, yeah I guess I'm ready to mate again." That wasn't entirely true, I'd yet to eat my breakfast. "You sure you're not just eager to see me Stud?" "Well of coarse I am Chuffe, you being here means waffles." "True, speaking of which are you ready to eat?" "Oh yeah, gimmie." I open my mouth, awaiting the buttery syrupy goodness that is the doughy breakfast cake. After a few scraping sounds, of which I assume was the fork cutting the waffle, it soon found it's way into my waiting mouth, I closed my mouth, chewed, and gave my foodie moan of thanks. Chuffe then had his piece, the fork scraping his teeth, always found that annoying, but made no mention of it. The process of me first and then him continued with my hard on deflating and retreating to it's sheathe. Once it was all done I decided to ask. "So, same as usual rubbie later?" "Yeah why?" "Well I was thinking, maybe... if we ever get out of this place, maybe we could do something together, catch something on the silver screen and go somewhere and snuggle or something, there's allot I want to do when I'm out of here, you've been one of the only constants and friends I have in this new life so I kind of want to experience them with you Chuffe." "Wow 059, that's really sweet... yaknow what sure, if we ever leave here, let's do stuff together." Remember how I said I really liked my number? "Chuffe, call me Sayak."
Chapter 1 Dinners and Dreams"Daddy! Come play with us! Come play! We'll have ever so much fun!" My foals ran to me eldest daughter leading the pack, I picked her up and twirled her chuckling and giggling happily. "Right then, what should we play?" "How about tag? We can chase each other 'till we're red in in the face and passed out!" "Heh sounds fun, go on get running, I'll chase you." So we ran, chased each other back and forth for hours until we passed out in the grass, little after I awoke to murmuring, whispering amungst the little ones. "Daddy why is it hard?" With that I snapped awake to the blackness that is my blindfold, returned to reality my eyes flitted around trying to scan and see what was going on, realizing the pitch black was all that was to see I relaxed, it was only a dream. They come and go, sometimes it was about me playing with all the foals I've had the pleasure of making, sometimes it's seeing all the mares together in a group begging me for more foals. To be honest though, they are all pleasant, I've never had a nightmare in this place they were always good dreams, more often than not they- "Dinner!" Ah Chuffe. Door creak, open, clicking closed and my caretaker was here. "So what will we be having today?" "I was thinking a hay steak, side of string beans, and some potatoes." "Wow that sounds really good! I'll get right on it." He turned to start his trot to the kitchen before I interrupted his step. "Chuffe...." "Yeah Sayak?" "Can I have a slow rub today? I'm in the mood for some actual pleasure." "Well of coarse Sayak, about time you took some pleasure in it." With that he went off to cook our dinner. What I assume he meant by that is my general attitude toward the rubbings, I know they are for mares who are too shy or too busy to travel all the way here, but it feels so impersonal... I much rather meet the mare and give her the foal she desires rather than sending her the seed for her to put into herself. Ah, but I digress, it still means I'm being a good male and giving them the seed they need. That being said I do get a little sad in the colder months when mares aren't in heat. I have little use then, I like feeling useful. I guess that's a bit why I asked Chuffe out, he helps me feel useful during those months, giving me two rubs a day, telling me it's for the females who simply love the taste of my seed or the occasional gryphon who is unable to find a mate during their season. I really wish one of them would come in, they are very exotic. Hnnn giving one of them a foal would be a dream come true.... "Heh, getting ready for your rub, eh Sayak?" Gods dammit I'm hard again... "Mhmm just for you Chuffe." "Well ain't that sugary sweet, ready to eat?" "Damn right I am, start with the beans." So he fed me as usual, the food was lovely. The time then came for the daily rub. I was actually anxious for once, usually he uses some device or another to get my seed out quickly and efficiently, but since I asked him to do it slow I'm wondering how he'll do it, use a device but set it to slow? use his hooves? I really wish he could use his mouth... did I not mention he can't? Oh, right well the caretakers aren't allowed to sample the product unless he pays for it. "Ready for your rub Sayak? "Always am Chuffe." So it began, I heard him shuffle under me and I let out a gasp as I felt his soft hooves caress my sheathe, this part I knew, he always got me out by hoof before the device. Me unsheathing was no different from usual, it slipped out slowly, limply, letting it's musky scent out. I then heard a deep sniff and a sigh, probably Chuffe enjoying the smell as always. I can't blame him really, it smells good to me too. "Ah, there's the good ol' foalmaker! I know I see it every day, but I still enjoy it." "I know Chuffe, I love it too, just knowing it makes so many foals a day just keeps me smiling." I then felt his hoof slide down the top of my limp member. As I let out a sharp gasp of pleasure it twitched to life once again and his hooves kept up their rubbing, gently along the length before speeding up, switching to just one hoof I heard a container being dragged over, it's probably what I'm going to shoot my load into. "I know you asked for it slow, but it's really hard to do that with hooves, either way I'll try my best to drag it out." His hooves sped up as he said this, ooohhhh wow that's good... "Ooohhh you should do this more often Chuffe, it feels so good like this, much better than those devices." "Well then I think I will." Member twitch, big moan, attempt to thrust, fail, container lifted, few spasms. "G-getting close Chuffe! Get it r-ready!" "Ehm ahreedy hldrng it!" "Gooahhhhhh~!" My member twitched hard, the flare popping as my load rushed out and collided with the container, spurt after spurt it collected in the container. When it was done, it went limp again sliding back into it's hiding place that is my sheathe. "Wow! That's allot more than usual, you're right I should do that more, you'll make a mare really happy with this load." I was panting, that rub took allot out of me, quite allot really I felt drained, both of my seed and of my energy. I managed to respond, short of breath but still. "Ooohhh Chuffe... thanks... for the compliment and doing it that way, I hope you're right by the way, I hope she loves that load." I smiled, still out of breath as I heard Chuffe get to his hooves. "Chuffe..." "Yeah?" "Would you mind... would you mind just holding me for a little while?" "I don't mind Sayak, of coarse I'll hold you, it's only fair." So he wrapped his hooves around me, holding me tight and nuzzling me for a moment before backing off. "Thanks Chuffe." "No problem, good night Sayak, I'm going to deliver this while it's still warm." "Good night Chuffe, hope she loves it." "I hope so too." Then all I heard was the clip clop of his heavy hooves as he trotted, opening the door and leaving with the click, leaving me alone for the moment. Sleep then took me at that moment, and the day was fully over, leaving me happy and satisfied.
Chapter 2 - Unwanted MareIt was quiet, only the shuffling of my fellow mages was heard, their quiet mumblings insignificant. I turned to my brother of the arcane as he opened his mouth to speak. "Have you seen that new girl?" My mouth moved without my control, producing words that weren't my own. "She's a cute one isn't she?" "Indeed... I'll have to practice some enchantment spells on that one...." In a flash of light another of my compatriots arrived. "He escaped! The deviant escaped!" He panicked, shouting his terror to us. "What?! Where is he? We can-" Before I even finished my sentence another flash of light occurred alerting us to the presence of the deviant. "I cannot be caged." With a flick of his horn he mazed my friend and our counter-casting began. "I cannot be controlled." Another flick of his horn and the one who alerted us stopped casting turning to face me with a blank look on his face, he was dominated... damn now I have to reverse that before I be- "Know this as you die, ever pathetic ever fools." That was it a flash of his horn and it was over... "Damn Chuffe you're brutal." "Hehehe, yeah, maybe we should start a new adventure from square one rather than in the middle of a massacre." "That sounds about right... I'm thinking a fighter druid... deer race... male... let's roll for stats." 'Bzzzzzt!' "Hold that thought, seems like your morning mare has arrived." Chuffe stood up by the sound of it, making his way to open the first door, the loud click signaling her entry. "Well hello there 059." The lust filled tone was all too familiar, it was Ms. Hjerte. I groaned my displeasure. "Yes well, you're not the greatest sight to behold either." She cantered closer, her hoofsteps growing louder as she neared my bound self. "I suppose you've come to abuse me more..." "Me? Abusive? Well that's just so true." I could practically hear her cold grin as she brought her hoof up to my still chin. I soon felt her lips pressed against mine, clearly she was trying to entice me, but I couldn't bring myself to unsheathe for this cold hearted mare... oh right, you guys don't know anything about her, she is Ms. Hjerte, she comes from a lineage of Valkyries, ancient all female pegasi warrior tribe, quite the male haters they were, kidnapping local males to serve as breeders like I do with my job, I've grown tired of her abuse toward me, her slaps and smacks... I've had enough of it. "Ms. Hjerte, I'm going to have to leave." "What?" "You heard me right Ms. Hjerte, please leave, if you do not do so voluntarily I'll have Chuffe throw you out." "I'll not stand for this! I deserve better!" "So do I, I'm tired of your abuse and I'll not stand for it any longer." I pressed the call button for Chuffe and he got here quite quickly. "While you are not welcome here any more I'll not deny your right to creating more foals, so from now on whenever you order from me it will be received in the mail just like our distance customers. Now good bye Ms. Hjerte." She left in a huff, escorted out of our room by Chuffe. Once I heard the door close I let out a relived sigh, I finally was rid of that rude mare. "Well I guess that means you get two rubbies today." A chuckle followed from him as well as one from me. "I guess there is that in the very least." "Ready for the first one then?" "Yeah Chuffe, get to it." So he went down under me and began working the seed out of me, causing me to relax at his touch. "Today's been a good day." Author's Note You get a cookie if you know the reference.
