Equestria Trainers' Society: Fish Out of Water

Days went by in The Society’s facility for both Scylla and Pathfinder, then weeks, until three months had passed without their knowledge. Neither could find a means of escape, with locks too tricky to undo, binds too restrictive to slip free from, cages too secure to leave, and a large force of minotaur so physically imposing that the captives of the slaver group would never be able to find freedom. Within this place, where the passage of time was disallowed to be known by its prisoners, the days melted together, only separated by the short periods of sleep they were allowed.

Eventually, even the most willful would start to bend under such conditions, so it was no surprise when Scylla, who’s will was no greater than any average citizen of Equestria, began to accept her new life. The depraved acts of The Society’s members, their rude remarks and lewd gestures, became commonplace for the kelpie, until talks about violating her and the other slaves were received by her as casual conversation. The customs of the club gained a familiarity to them, till the offhanded touches of her body, even the times they invaded her most personal and private areas, were only met with a well-rehearsed response of pleasantry. In such a short time she had to see her work in the clubs as a mere obligation, reluctantly taking the tip slips offered to her when she made the patrons happy, so she could treat herself with meager rewards later.

While her overall opinion of her treatment had not changed much, it was the kelpie’s compliance that mattered to those in charge, and over time her behavior earned her some private time with the head mistress of the Society herself, who had been keeping track of Scylla’s progress from a safe distance, until she felt the time was right.

“You are doing a very good job,” Schorl complemented the kelpie, not for her advancements in the art of submission specifically, but more directly for what she was doing at that very moment.

The two had spent a fairly active night in Schorl’s personal chambers with two other slaves, and after resting, the leader of The Society had Scylla and the other slaves accompany her during breakfast. Not as dining guests, but as entertainment as she ate her luxurious gourmet morning meal, promising that each of the slaves at her mercy would be able to have a taste, so long as they continued to please her.

That led to Scylla being instructed to kneel under the dining table, between the crystal unicorn’s legs, arms shackled behind her back in leather cuffs, so she could clean the lower lips of the dominant mare with her tongue. Of all the things Schorl could have commanded her to do, this was a simple interaction the kelpie had become accustomed to while serving mare Society members, so she found no issue in complying if it meant she would get some of the amazing smelling food that was privy only to the head mistress.

Stroke after stroke, the kelpie stuck her snout up to the slit of the other female, sticking her tongue out to send it roughly across the soft, crystalline flesh of the unicorn’s crotch. When she had started, the strong scent of sex from the night still perfumed the space between Schorl’s legs, but after several minutes of oral bathing, all that remained was the flavor.

Pleased with Scylla’s dutiful and diligent service, Schorl scooped up a spoonful of food from her plate, saying “Open wide” as she brought it down to Scylla’s face. The aquatic mare obeyed without hesitation, and was rewarded with the delicious flavor of perfectly cooked tuna to cleanse the taste of pony pussy from her taste buds. For a waterborne carnivore like a kelpie, it was a little piece of pure bliss, and a silent promise that good things were to come if she did what she was told.

Scylla’s initial repulsion to the ways of The Society was steadily being eroded away, the manipulations of the head mistress was taking hold, magical or otherwise. The kelpie could feel that her resistance was being depleted, and on many levels knew she should still be fighting what was being done to her, but that voice was being drowned out by the one telling her that it was just better to allow herself to be used as a slave, sex object, and breeding tool. The training she had endured had accomplished the sought out goal, the mental image of herself becoming like a trained dolphin who would do anything, so long as she was given her metaphorical fish in the form of a reward. This voice was made all the louder when she saw that she wasn’t the only one.

At either arm of Schorl’s chair were the other two slaves that Schorl used the night prior, both being “Elements of Servitude” like herself, that being the pegasus Blue Yonder, and the gryphoness, Gabby, and like Scylla, they were kneeling and being put to task.

For these two, Schorl focused less on sexual acts, and more on humiliating ones, as a slave needed to do whatever their owners wished of them, no matter how degrading it could be. For Gabby, her task seemed simple, as she was instructed to sing for the crystal pony’s amusement. At first, she tried to recite a song that she knew, but as soon as a single word was uttered, the mare stopped her.

“No, no, not like that,” Schorl said, lightly laughing through her words like Gabby had done something silly, “You’re a bird, so sing like one.”

It took a moment for Gabby to understand what Schorl meant, but once she figured out what Schorl was getting at, the gryphon started to whistle out small tweets in a pattern that barely resembled the rhythm of a song. As poorly as it was performed, this appeared to be exactly what Schorl wanted, as she offered Gabby a strip of crisp bacon, telling the gryphon “One bite, then sing another verse.”

Gabby, in response, took a modest bite from the piece of pig meat, and continued tweeting as she chewed. Of the three present, the gryphon seemed like the one who had progressed the furthest in her training, as Scylla had witnessed an outward shift in Gabby’s attitude towards enslavement during the time they had both been imprisoned. What once was a shared apprehension for it between her and most of the girls, had transformed to a near enjoyment of it. Scylla found that strange, because her adopted aunt Anya, who was a gryphon herself, often said that gryphons were headstrong and difficult to get to change their minds on the simplest of things, let alone something like stripping them of freedom and forced impregnation. Then again, Scylla had little room to criticize Gabby when she was walking down that same road, if at a slightly slower pace.

The only one in the room showing the proper demeanor of one enslaved was Blue Yonder, being one of the few remaining who had not given The Society any ground when it came to breaking her will. The night prior, she had to be bound in a hogtie just for Schorl to fool around with her body, and when breakfast started, when Schorl tried to give her a chance at redemption as her drink holder, Yonder tossed what was a full glass of red wine on the ground the moment the crystal mare looked away. In response to that, Schorl had her minotaur bodyguard reaffix the collar around Yonder’s neck so that it also looped around the arm of the crystal mare’s chair. With her own hands bound behind her winged back, this left her unable to escape anything that Schorl did to her, so when the head mistress said she would reward Yonder’s independent spirit with some of the wine she spilled, there was little the pegasus could do as an entire glass was poured into her mane.

Between the three, the rebellious pegasus, the submissive gryphon, and the kelpie just trying to survive, there was little they all had in common. However, they did have one common trait between them, and that was that all three of them had a sizable bulge in their stomachs, ones indicating that they had reached their first trimester of pregnancy. The fertilized eggs inside them had developed into embryos, and their bodies were now adjusting themselves to accommodate the new life growing in them.

“So how have you been feeling lately?” Schorl asked Scylla, while stroking her stomach bump gently with her hoof, “Any morning sickness? Cramps?”

Scylla stopped licking the crystal mare’s snatch, answering with a “Nawh”, her tongue having trouble forming the simplest of words after tiring itself out.

“That’s good,” Schorl replied, showing the smallest amount of concern, “Our clients have been spreading word that your little group have been getting a bit chubby. Pretty soon they’ll catch onto what’s going on, if they don’t already have an idea.”

“Why do you care?” Blue Yonder asked, indignant about her current conditions, “Do your clients not like pregnant girls?”

“It’s not that,” Schorl ensured, “But I don’t think that our members would want to know they’ve been fucking females with minotaur babies inside them.” Schorl’s minotaur bodyguard gave a snort, indicating his slight offense to that, to which Schorl gave a sigh, “ It might be a bit prejudice, but their personal standards might not allow them to appreciate the gifts that has been bestowed to you six, which is why you all will need to be pulled from your daily duties in the near future.”

That announcement got the attention of all three of the impregnated females, none of them believing that Schorl would remove them from their roles as club slaves.

“So we don’t have to perform or be raped anymore?” Scylla asked, making sure she understood what the crystal pony was saying.

“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” Schorl said, “What I mean is that your masters still have full say over what happens to each of you, so if they want to continue fucking you, then I’m not going to do anything to get in their way. Everything will certainly be ‘cut back’ quite a bit though, for your health.”

“Oh please,” Yonder grumbled, “As if you care about our health.”

“Of course I do,” Schorl replied, “But more importantly I care for those potential minotaurs that you have inside you.”

“Why? Do you get some kind of commission if they turn out to be minotaur?” Yonder questioned. Schorl didn’t reply to that question, at least not with words. Instead, she made a noticeable smile, and began to hum. “Oh for Celestia’s sake, are you serious?!”

The girls in their group of six always kept in mind that so long as they had a girl, that girl wouldn’t be a minotaur and instead would be a member of their own species. Because of that, the majority hoped that they would be lucky and not have male children, even the ones who found some enjoyment in their enslavement, but now it appeared someone was betting on them all birthing a bunch of bulky bull boys.

“The point is that I don’t wish to see any harm come to your children, no matter what they turn out to be,” Schorl explained, “And undue stress isn’t good for an expecting mother, or her child. So in order to make sure you each give birth healthily, you’ll all need to be removed from the main training program, and put into much more lenient courses.”

“Don’t expect it to be easy from here on out, though,” said Schorl’s minotaur bodyguard, “If you act up, you will still be punished, and certain duties will be expected of you no matter how big the babies in your bellies get. There is plenty that females can do to serve their masters, even with a bloated womb. If I’m not mistaken, your master has already prepared you for such tasks.”

“Oh right,” Schorl said, recalling the adjustments that had been placed on the pegasus, “Your owner had your throat changed to be as sensitive as a pussy. By now it should practically be like masturbation when you eat. Wonder how that slave mush feels when it slithers down to your gut.”

Yonder wasn’t the only one who had received modifications by now, something Scylla knew first hand. Her changes were the opposite of what Schorl said happened to the pegasus, though, her large fish finned tail being made less sensitive to touch, which in some ways actually helped the kelpie, at least when members of The Society wanted to get grabby with it.

“Anyways,” Schorl continued, seeing that her comments on the modifications wasn’t really getting a reaction out of Blue Yonder, “I do want to say that each of you have done well adapting these past few months. Even you, Miss Yonder.”

“Bite me,” Yonder replied.

“Maybe later tonight,” Schorl said in turn, “But I do mean what I say. That you only strike back at me with words, and not with a fist, shows improvement. You may never be a perfectly obedient slave, Yonder, but you have become more complacent. There is no doubt of that in my eyes.”

Schorl’s eyes started to glow, the mare seeing no need to do so subtly, as by now the three girls had each been made individually aware of most of Schorl’s tricks via one means or another. That she could see the strength of their wills, and at a moment’s notice trap a stray thought permanently in their minds was no longer a secret, and in ways these were much more powerful weapons out in the open, as it allowed the girls to know that when Schorl said they were faltering against her will, she said so with absolute certainty.

“And because of that, your masters have actually decided to reward you three.” Schorl finished.

“Reward?” Yonder said with skepticism, “What is it, more sex?”

“Heavens, no,” Schorl replied, taking a spoon full of oatmeal from her meal, before bringing it to Yonder’s lips, “They have something special for the three of you today, though I don’t want to ruin the surprise. Just know that our playtime with each other, and this breakfast, are just a prelude to what’s in store for you once your masters come to retrieve you. Now take a bite, so you have something in your stomach.”

Yonder grumbled, but did eat the mushed up oats presented to her, “And here I thought I’d go one day without him making me do something I didn’t want to.”

Schorl was both amused and exacerbated by the pegasus, her constant backtalk being recognized as merely a defense mechanism, and had no real strength behind it. If Schorl told her to stick a whirring vibrator into her ass on stage for others to see, without any bonds or assistance from a club member or guard, she’d complain before doing exactly what she was told. Defiance was practically foreplay for her.

“Sartek, please remove Miss Yonder from my seat, and ready the girls to greet their owners. I’m going to take a shower.”

Schorl did just as she said, moving her chair back, to Yonder’s discomfort, and excusing herself as she made her way to her bathing area, leaving behind much of the food prepared for her. As the crystal unicorn closed the door behind her, Sartek made his way over to the table.

“Stay still as I undo your bonds, all of you,” Sartek said while undoing Yonder’s collar briefly so the chair could be removed from the loop, “When I finish, go kneel by the door and await your masters in silence.”

The minotaur started to remove the cuffs from each girl, starting with Yonder, and ending with Gabby. As commanded, each of the girls crawled their way to a spot a few feet away from the entrance to the room, and sat on their knees for the arrival of the minotaur that were supposedly coming for them. After a minute of pure silence, Sartek came over to them and set before them the remainders of Schorl’s breakfast; the bowl of oatmeal for Blue Yonder, a thick piece of half-eaten ham for Gabby, and the remainder of Schorl’s eggs for Scylla.

“You may eat in silence as you wait,” the minotaur said, returning to his leaning spot, “Consider it a reward.”

Each of the three girls wasted little time digging in, not having portions of real food in some time, which made everything about the leftovers so much more than it should have been. The texture, the smell, the taste, all of it was magnified after having nothing but the minotaur’s slave slop for so long. The small bits they got at the table were not enough to satisfy their palates, but this was a big enough portion that it could at least be considered a meal.

Hastily, though silently, each plate was emptied, with the three slaves not knowing when their masters would show up, or if they’d make them stop eating when they did. They managed to get through everything, cleaning their plates, and still had several minutes to sit in contemplation. The three women were almost able to relax, but when the knob on the door turned, they shot back up in attention immediately.

The door swung open, and one by one stepped three minotaurs into the room. Ones that Yonder, Gabby, and Scylla knew as Longinus, Cestus, and Rubric. These minotaurs were their rapists, the ones who impregnated them, but most of all they were their masters.

“There’s my Gabriella,” said Cestus, the youngest looking of the three bulls, placing himself in front of the gryphon. With her head at crotch height, the gryphon automatically opened her mouth and put out her tongue to receive the cock hiding behind her master’s loincloth. What she received instead was a simple firm hand on the top of her feathered skull as he gave her a few pats. “Not right now. As much as I’d like to give you a proper breakfast, we’re gonna have to hold that off for later.”

“And what about you?” said Longinus, the eldest of the group, to his pegasus bride, “Did you have a nice night? Did you get enough to eat?”

“Yeah, I guess...,” Yonder replied, with the inflections one would expect from a petulant teen, the older minotaur giving a snort in response.

Scylla wasn’t around the other’s of her group enough to know their relationships with their masters, but the way the two treated each other in this instance looked like what she would expect from a father and daughter than a master and slave wife. As for her relationship with her own master…

Rubric came to the kelpie, the kelpie not even sure how to act. He was not the type of slave master to be very hands-on with the training of his breeding stock. Of all of the Elements, Scylla was the one used the least by the man who owned her, seeing her only once a day to fuck her during breakfast, hardly ever saying anything directly to her. No scolding, no praise, it felt like indifference, which in its own way was worse than even the unjust punishments Jupiter would have given her had he won her instead. All of the attention she received in this place was from the members, which Schorl had said was very soon going to come to an end, so what would life be like when Rubric would become her only source of interaction, sexual or otherwise.

“Stand,” Rubric said, commanding her with as few words as possible.

Scylla did as she was told, getting to her hooves while keeping eyes to the floor, partially because she had been trained to keep her gaze to the ground, but mostly because she didn’t lock eyes with Rubric.

“Chin up,” Rubric commanded next.

Scylla obeyed again, tipping her head back until she was looking at the ceiling. When she heard a click, she knew that Rubric had leashed her, and it was safe to lower her head again. The other two girls were leashed as well, with Gabby standing up of her own accord when Cestus revealed his, and Longinus having to kneel down to attach the one he had to Yonder.

“Is everyone ready?” Longinus asked as he stood up, gripping his leash at its end to make Blue Yonder raise with him.

“Yeah, looks like we’re all set,” Cestus said, speaking for both himself and Rubric as he coiled his own leather lead in his hand, forcing the gryphon on the other end close to him.

“Then let’s go,” Longinus said, making his way out the door, Yonder following along of her own volition.

The group of six walked down the halls of The Society, half clueless as to what was about to come. For all the females knew, their reward was going to be more of the same treatment they had been getting since day one, and they really had no reason to assume differently. The question on their minds was the intensity of what would be done to them, as a common thought between them was if their captors believed this would be the last chance they’d have to push the girls to their sexual limits without harming the babies inside them.

The three dwelled on the possibilities of what to come as they were escorted through corridor after corridor, being led to areas they believed they never had seen before, as thoughts of gangbangs, bondage, and physical abuse became the forethought for each girl. Wondering the labyrinthian halls of the facility, with the belief that what they imagined was their fate, made each of them nervous, bodies shaking, hearts pounding in their chests, and their pussies getting a little moist from the excitement racing through them by the time that they made it to the door of their destinations.

“Are ya ready girls?” Cestus said, taking the door handle in hand.

“Yes master,” Gabby replied, her voice lifting to just below a yell, unable to completely hide her raised emotions.

Scylla gave a nod as her answer, though she really wasn’t. As used to her enslavement she had become, she didn’t believe that she could ever be prepared for anything The Society considered to be a surprise.

Getting no response from Yonder, who was doing her best to just retain her stoic attitude, Cestus saw no reason to prolong the suspense any further. He opened the door, stepped aside, and gave the girls a good look at what awaited them.

“Oh… my…” even before the door was all the way opened, Scylla could hear the sound of running water, pouring out and landing into a bigger pool. That alone was enough to perk up her senses, but when she actually caught a glimpse of the source, her heart skipped a beat.

The room contained a large pool, one big enough that it could almost be called a man-made pond, decorated with several large, egg-shaped crystals that were periodically placed every few feet along its edge, as well as several statues placed on stone platforms within the pool itself, each featuring depictions of large, muscular minotaur men sculpted from polished obsidian, accompanied by females of different species crafted out of solid, white marble. Abiding by the overall theme of The Society, the statues were displays of sexual conquest as the powerful males dominated the females, shown to be struggling for an escape that could not be achieved. The statues each doubled as fountains, with a perverse creativity put into them as the female parts spewed water out of one hole or another.

One example that drew Scylla’s eyes was one where a female yak had been made to kneel, wrists and ankles bound together in cuffs of polished brass which were all linked together by a single large ring, which would prevent the stone bovine from standing or moving about effectively, if the chuck of rock was capable. The minotaur of the artistic depiction of what was assumedly an act of rape had the yak by the horns, using them to guide her mouth over the length of his cock till his balls rested on her chin, and her nose was press against his stomach. Scylla assumed that had the female statue not been wearing a collar made of the same material as her cuffs, the sculptor would have had her throat bulge out from the obstruction of solid bull meat that would surely be in it.

As for the fountain part of the statue was located at her rump, as water poured out from her ass directly into the pool. Scylla understood that this lewd piece of art, along with all the other statues, were implying that the minotaur shown in them were cumming so much no female could contain it, the notion depicted even further with the yak by having large streams of water also coming out from her mouth, and her stomach rounded out as if filled to capacity.

“Pretty nice, isn’t it?” Cestus said, he said entering the room, to which the others followed, with Scylla herself allowing her body to move on its own as she focused on the decor, brilliant as it was despite the crude imagery. “This is a chamber normal members never get to see, made for us minotaur to use after a hard day of training slaves like you three.”

“There’s no need to brag about it,” Rubric said, closing and locking the entrance door as soon as Scyla had entered.

“But I want our slaves to appreciate what they have access to.” said Cestus, undoing the leash from Gabby’s collar, now that he didn’t have to worry about her getting lost or possibly escaping.

The room was spectacular in many ways, not only for the pool and statues, but because there was a level of extravagance to it that most other rooms in the facility didn’t match. The wall was decorated end to end with murals of even more minotaur dominating women, matching the theme of the statues, but all the figures were outlined in gold and silver trim that looked to be strips of the actual metal embedded in the wall, along with many tiny gemstones that speckled the wall sparsely to give it a glittery look. The floor was made of the same white marble that the female statues were made out of, and columns of the white rock stood at various spots around the pool, with shackled chains dangling off of them. Scylla wasn’t an architect, but she knew the columns were load bearing structures capable of holding tons of weight, so they could easily hold any slave shackled to them, should the minotaur need a place to put the slaves they brought in when not being used.

“Oh! My! Gosh! Look at that over there!” Gabby practically screamed, and in her excitement, she took hold of Scylla’s face and directed her to a small creature walking towards their small group.

It room was a bit misty, the water of the pool hot enough that it created a layer of fog that traveled about waist high to Scylla, so at first glance, all she could see was a silhouette of the approaching figure. As it got closer and closer, more details could be made out, until Scylla suddenly became just as excited as Gabby to figure out what exactly it was.

“A dragon?!” she yelled, identifying the form of a small, blue, ‘baby dragon’ coming her way.

The shock of such a creature being in the Society was enough to make Scylla’s heart leap, as encountering a dragon anywhere in Equestria was a rare event indeed. It was even more of a surprise when she noticed the dragon was wearing a spiked collar around its neck, indicating that it was a slave to The Society. How they could have captured a dragon, Scylla couldn’t even begin to guess, and the questions forming in her head about it momentarily distracted her from the fact that the reptile had other adornments on its body, including a strap muzzle around its beak, shackles on its around its wrists and ankles, several rings placed on the middle digit of both his hands and feet, and a final ring located at the base of its small, but engorged, knotted cock, clarifying that it was a boy dragon.

Upon reaching the group of six, the dragon, in a rather polite fashion, bowed its head and extended its arm out. In return, the minotaurs handed off the leashes they had used to lead their slaves, Rubric, and Longinus having removed their own from Scylla and Yonder’s collars while they were distracted by the sight of the dragon. With the leashes obtained, the dragon retreated back the way it came from, assumedly to put the leashes away for safekeeping.

“The Society has a dragon now?!” Yonder said, amazed herself by this new discovery.

“Not a dragon,” Longinus corrected, “Several dragons, which if you look around, you can see.”

The girls took a better look around the room, and just as the elder minotaur said, several other small creatures with draconic features could be seen in the mist; some walking around, while others were at poolside. They were obscured to the point that none of the girls could tell what exactly the dragons were doing, but they could tell they were indeed dragons.

“Wait a second,” Scylla said, a thought crossing her mind, “What are baby dragons doing here?”

“You mean, ‘how did we catch them’?” Rubric replied, figuring that was the question his slave was asking.

“No master,” Scylla replied back, trying to be respectful as she did, “I mean I thought the rules of the Society prohibited children from being enslaved.”

While Schorl was a ruthless slaver, she ran her business with a strict set of rules. Any such rule that gave protections to a slave, what Schorl called ‘Slave Rights’, were relayed to The Society’s captives on occasion, just to make sure they knew what they were, and to spread the concept that for all the cruel and heartless things The Society did, it was in some way ‘fair’. One such rule was that no creature under the age of maturity could be a slave of The Society, thus only adults were admitted to training.

“So that’s what you’re getting at,” Blue Yonder said aloud, “Well I’m not surprised. Lots of creatures make that mistake.”

Scylla gave a confused look to the pegasus, who understood that Scylla didn’t know what she meant.

“The term ‘Baby Dragon’ is a bit of a misnomer,” Yonder explained, “Dragons grow in strange ways to other creatures, and depending on certain factors they can stay small for a long time. In some situations, they will never get as big as the ones you’re probably picturing in your head. These dragons here might be half our size, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were as old as we are.”

“But does that mean they have reached maturity?” Scylla asked, still not able to perceive that something as cute as the dragon she saw was an adult.

“Maturity for dragons isn’t a physical development, but a mental one, and they can hit it before they go through their first molt. If Schorl isn’t basing their maturity on their appearances, she must know this, so I can’t believe that she would enslave any dragons without knowing that they agree to her standards. Then again, I can’t believe she managed to capture dragons in the first place…”

Yonder was an adventurer before she was brought to The Society, as Scylla recalled from first being introduced to the pegasus, so the kelpie had to assume she knew what she was talking about.

“If it makes you feel any better, we call them ‘pigmy dragons’,” Rubric said, trying to put his slave’s mind at ease.

Scylla accepted that, along with Yonder’s explanation, and gave into their words.

“And with that out of the way…” Rubric continued, “Have fun.”

In a way, those two words were more surprising than the presence of the dragons, confusing not only Scylla, but the other two girls until the minotaur turned and started walking off.

“Master, wait!” Scylla called out, the words leaving her mouth before she realized she was uttering them.

“Yes?” Rubric questioned, turning his head back towards his slave.

“Umm…” Scylla hesitated, “What do you mean by ‘have fun’?”

“Oh, you didn’t get it yet?” said Cestis, “This is your reward for your training so far. A few hours of relaxation at the pool, free to do whatever you want.” Cestis took a moment to chuckle to himself, realizing that was far too vague, “Well, except for trying to escape or trying to hurt someone or yourselves.”

“Just don’t do anything we’d have to punish you over,” Longinus added in addendum, believing that would cover a much larger range of potential violations to their limited freedom.

With that said, the minotaurs left to the other side of the room, surely to enjoy the pool and the other amenities offered by the servants held within its enclosure. The girls were speechless for a moment, none of them expecting to be handed back so much of their freedom. They stood in silence for a short moment, until the gryphon in their group broke it.

“Look at that!” she yelled happily, “The set up a feast for us! I haven’t seen that much real food in ages!”

Scylla and Blue Yonder looked to the gryphon, and then followed her line of sight to see that on the far end of the room there was a sizable buffet set up for them, composed of many expertly prepared dishes just waiting for someone to take them. It all looked incredibly tasty, but it wasn’t anything any of the girls weren’t used to seeing on a regular basis. Club events often had such spreads laid out for the members to partake in, placed where any pony could go get a bite to eat whenever they wanted, unless they were a slave, of course. This time however, it appeared that the food was theirs for the taking, and none of the three females were gonna pass up such a rare opportunity.

They practically competed to see who would get to the table first, with Yonder taking a quick lead, and Gabby following last as she didn’t expect the pegasus or the kelpie to just bolt off in response to her announcement. They all ended up getting there at about the same time though, the distance not so far away that it took more than a few seconds at the pace they were going.

Arriving at the table, it was every bit as beautiful as the girls believed it would be. Roasted Apples, freshly cooked breads of all types one could think of, and a few the average pony wouldn’t, steaks, honey glazed ham, several styles of cooked potatoes, an entire section dedicated to raw veggies and perfectly peeled fruits, and another one filled with cakes, puddings, and pies. A feast of foods for both carnivores and herbivores.

Scylla greedily eyed every delectable bite offered, wanting to have a little bit of everything she saw. She was tempted to just start grabbing things and eating them right in front of the table, but she felt that even if she was given temporary freedom, such poor table manners might get her punished once her free time was over. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to find where plates and silverware were being kept, and once obtained she quickly started filling up the plate with whatever was closest to her, especially any meats she came across.

By the time she was finished, she had a stack of food half a foot high, and a growing urge to cram it down her throat. The kelpie snickered at the thought as she left the table with her seized goods, as after having deepthroated as many large cocks as she had been made to, she probably could swallow a lot of what she had gathered whole.

“But before I do that…” Scylla said to herself, “I need to find a place to sit.”

There were a couple of pool chairs set up that Scylla could have used, and even a few tables that would have made dining simple, but Scylla already had another idea of where she wanted to sit. She made her way directly to the pool, set her plate at its edge, and lowered herself into the water. The water was hot, as expected, but only at comfortable levels. She wondered for a moment how they heated it, but that was soon answered when she spied one of the poolside dragons she had seen prior near where she had entered the pool.

The poor thing had been bound into a curled up position, arms forced its sides by several thick straps of leather that wrapped around its entire body, forced to its knees due to a length of chain that connected its collar to the bottom of the pool floor, making the dragon’s face point into the water, and a set of shackles on its ankles that kept it from even planting its floor flatly on the floor, the tethers on them tighten so tightly to the floor outside of the pool that the reptile couldn’t even budge. As Scylla got settled in, she noticed the dragon squirm a bit, moving its body in tiny jerks, while its head twisted about, its mouth held as far open as possible by a dental gag strapped to its skull.

A little after it started wriggling, it let loose a stream of fire across the surface of the pool, lasting only a few seconds. The jet of flames scared the kelpie at first, as she didn’t expect the dragon to be allowed to do something so potentially dangerous. Then she noticed another dragon further down the edge of the pool do the same about a minute later, this time catching that the egg-shaped crystals closest to it on either side started glowing prior to it expelling its fire.

This repeated again, then again, in a pattern that looked like it would travel the entirety of the pool, and seeing all this, Scylla figured out that this was how the pool was being heated. It was a little cleaver, keeping a pool warm with pure dragon power, but it looks a little inefficient. Then again, if Schorl was there to explain it, she would have probably claimed that efficiency wasn’t the goal, so much it just being an amusing spectacle that trained also severed the function of teaching the dragons obedience.

Scylla, having watched the spectacle long enough, returned her attention to her plate of food. She picked up a fork she had gotten from the buffet table, and began scarfing down every morsel she had claimed as hers. Sitting in the pool, stomach deep in dragon heated water, with a mouth-watering piece of roasted pork on her tongue, there was little more description for it than bliss. One could call what she was doing ‘pure luxury’, but most would never truly the extravagance of it all as much as she did, as few in the world suffered as much as she did to receive this reward. At that moment Scylla felt like she had found paradise after crawling through a barren wasteland.

The aquatic mare happily sent the lightly chewed piece of pork down her throat, and moved on to her next target, a hayburger she had customized by slipping a few slices of muenster cheese into it. The combination of salty cheese, a whole grain bun, and straw cooked into the form of a patty was an explosion of flavor over her tongue. Scylla could never remember a time that she had gone through a burger so quickly, and within seconds it was gone.

One by one, the items left the safety of the plate, and went into the acidic pit that was the voracious fish mare’s stomach. Everything tasted great, the water wrapped her body in a layer of simple pleasure, and she was finally doing something that didn’t involve her serving someone else with her labor or her body. Nothing could ruin this moment for her.

“I see you are enjoying the food.” The kelpie heard, as the water near her was displaced by a large mass. Her master, Rubric, had come to accompany her as she ate, carrying a plate of his own, that was like Scylla’s, was packed to capacity.

Scylla wasn’t off-put by this. She didn’t expect for the minotaur to just let her be for the duration of her stay in the pool room, that just wasn’t how his kind operated, so she just replied with an “Mhmmm!”, as her mouth was too full to reply with actual words.

“Good,” Rubric replied, being brief with his reply, “You are eating for two now, so you need to eat well from here on out.”

Scylla swallowed what she had in her mouth, just then realizing that the food was not just for her. That got her thinking, and then got her worrying.

“Master, do you mind if I ask you something?” she asked, not wanting to ask her real questions without permission, in case the minotaur would see that as a reason to punish her, not that he had been overly liberal with punishments beforehand.

“Go ahead,” Rubric answered, biting into a whole, but peeled, pineapple, its juices bursting out, some flowing into his maw, while the rest flowed onto his chin, chest, and even into the pool.

“What do you… I mean minotaur, eat?” asked Scylla.

That question threw Rubric off. Of all the questions to ask, he didn’t think he’d get one about minotaur eating habits. “Well… We eat a diet of fruits, vegetables, grass… pretty much the same things a pony would eat.”

“Then… Should I be eating this?” Scylla said, pointing her fork at a piece of meat.

“Oh, you’re worried that the meat might hurt the child inside you.” said Rubric, “Don’t be so nervous. When it comes to the child, they will be fine with whatever you eat. You’re the one digesting the food, they’re just getting your leftovers.”

“You’re sure?” Scylla questioned again, “I don’t want to be punished for something like this.”

Rubric gave a light huff out his nostril, shaking his head ever so lightly, “It will be fine.” he assured, “Minotuar have never found mothers eating their own, preferred diets to harm a minotaur birth. We minotaur are too durable to allow something like that to harm us, and it’s not like we can’t eat meat. Look, I even put some on my own plate.”

Rubic put his tray in front of Scylla’s face, and he was being honest. There was some form of meat on it, and that made Scylla feel better, until she took in what he had exactly, at which point she practically dropped her own plate into the pool.

“Tuna!” she shouted, bending over the minotaur’s tray, “And salmon, and herring!”

“There should be some crab on there too,” Rubric said, “I assume you missed it in between everything else up there.”

Scylla turned around and stood up out of the water, “I have to go get some now!”

The kelpie was about to step out of the pool completely to go get some of the fish, but just then Rubic grabbed her by the wrist. “Wait a minute,” said the minotaur, “It is poor manners for a slave to not clean their plate before getting more food.”

Scylla looked down at her plate, and became disheartened when she saw home much remained. The aquatic pony really wanted to get some fish, believing this was going to be the last time in a while that she’d have the chance. If she cleaned her plate, with how full she packed it, she might not be able to eat another bite.

“But master… I really-” Scylla tried to explain, her desire to devour her species natural source of nutrients compelling her to speak against the minotaur’s demand.

“Set down your plate,” Rubric demanded, to which Scylla obeyed in fear of backlash, “Now sit down in the pool.”

Scylla pouted, thinking that she had crossed some sort of unspecified line, and that now the minotaur wasn’t even going to let her eat the food she had already gathered. She sat down as told, hoping he might change his mind if she listened to him.

“Now open your mouth,” ordered Rubric.

Scylla once more complied, opening her mouth without thinking, simply responding to whatever was instructed to her as if the minotaur’s words were law. She assumed that this was going to lead to the bull grabbing her by the hair and pushing her face onto his dick, but was surprised when he instead shoved his index finger right into her muzzle.

“MRPH!” she yelped, the finger being every bit as thick as a stallion’s cock. She didn’t understand what the minotaur was doing, and for one brief moment thought he might have had a fetish for having his finger sucked. Then it hit her, the potent taste of cooked meat touching her taste buds.

Tuna! Scylla screamed in her might, the pleasure center of her brain going off like a firecracker.

The minotaur had slipped a piece of fish from his tray into her mouth, and was now rubbing it all along her tongue. She wanted to bite down on it, to chew the meat into a pulp, but Rubric was making that impossible as he neglected to remove his finger from the kelpie’s mouth. Instead, he started exploring the orifice, pushing piece of tuna around with the tip of his finger and he took a touch-based tour of the inside of Scylla’s head. He started from her tongue, but then moved about Scylla’s teeth, almost brushing her gums with the fish. Then, for a moment, he brought the slice of meat to her lips, making Scylla fear that he was about to take it away, only to find that the minotaur wanted to run it across their edged before sending it back inside. After that, he turned his finger upside down, running the tuna across the roof of her mouth, and up to the passage that lead to her sinuses.

At this point, the taste of both tuna and minotaur covered her mouth completely, and the scent of the cooked fish was flowing up into her nose. It was like her senses were becoming one with the piece of food, with the texture of it also remaining as a phantasm on all the places Rubric sent it across. For the kelpie, it was bordering on pure food-based bliss, but before she could be pushed over the edge, the piece of meat was pushed over the edge instead. The edge of the kelpie’s throat, that was, as Rubric sent his finger down into Scylla’s esophagus, sending the tuna to the point of no return.

It was only after that when Rubric retrieved his finger from her mouth, giving Scylla no other choice but to swallow and send the fish meat to her stomach. “How was it?” the minotaur asked, as he watched his shocked slave take heavy breathes.

“It was… amazing…” she replied, having never been fed in such a manner before.

The gentle forcefulness of it combined with the tuna’s overpowering of her senses created an experience that thoroughly excited the mare. Had she not been sitting in the pool, it would have been apparent that the minotaur had triggered something within her, though that might have still been noticeable with her nipples becoming erect in the process.

“Would you like to try it again, this time with some salmon?” Rubric asked.

Scylla thought about it as she caught her breath, but inevitably replied, “Yes, please.”

Rubric took the piece of salmon off the plate, repeating the process of hand-feeding Scylla again, with slight variations from the time prior. He started by pressing fish up to her nose, leaving behind residue at that spot that allowed Scylla a steady stream of fish fumes as he pushed the meat into her mouth like before. Once inside, he started at the tongue once more, but took a moment to press down on the salmon to release a burst of juices onto the kelpie’s tongue, coating it in pure flavor. The rest of it went pretty much the same, except that the minotaur skipped the roof of her mouth this time, and went right for shoving the food down his slave’s throat, and once he had gotten to that point, he took a moment to finger fuck the pipe leading to her stomach, which to Scylla felt fairly similar to being throat fucked by one of the members, except the finger was covered in furs that tickled her throat and cause her to squirm as she tried to laugh, but was unable to due to the mass tickling obstructing her throat.

When Rubric finally removed his finger again, it was covered with thick saliva, which the minotaur brought to his own lips and crudely slurped up. He finished by popping his finger out his mouth, and saying, “Can still taste a bit of the fish on my finger, but I think I prefer your flavor over that of the food.”

Scylla blushed, sinking down into the pool to shoulder height from embarrassment. Her master was so blunt when he spoke, and while she knew she shouldn’t really care by now, what he said was fairly lewd, spoken loud enough that any of the others in the room might have heard it.

“But you did well,” Rubric said, ignoring Scylla’s humiliation and giving her a pat on the head.

“I did?” Scylla said, not thinking she had done much of anything.

“The most important thing for you now is to be obedient,” Rubric said, returning to feeding himself, “So long as you do as you are told, and keep yourself and the baby inside you healthy, you’re doing a good job.”

Scylla, hearing that, became confused. Not because of the minotaur’s words themselves, but because Rubric was making efforts to interact with her in a way that wasn’t strictly sexual. Unless she was mistaken, this was actually the first time he had any kind of conversation with her. When Rubric spoke around her, even when it was about her, it had always been to someone else. Now that he was speaking to her, with praise and a small amount of kindness. It was weird for Scylla, coming from one of her many rapists.

Scylla had, during her time at The Society, seen every part of Rubric that made him a monster, and had every right to see him as that way, but seeing even the slightest bit of, for lack of a better word, humanity in him sparked curiosity in the kelpie. Made her form questions that she wanted answers for.

“Master…” she started, “I’m allowed to do anything I want in here, right?”

“Yes,” Rubric replied, lifting an eyebrow to his brood slave, “So long as you don’t try to hurt yourself, or go against a direct command from me.”

“Then… Can I ask you something? Something about you?” Scylla said, having many questions about her captor, the man she might be stuck with for the rest of her life.

Rubric shifted a little in the pool, “If you have questions, you can ask them.”

Scylla got the go-ahead, and was ready to take it. “I understand that this, the kidnapping, the enslavement, all of this, is how minotaur breed.”

“Correct,” Rubric answer.

“But what does that mean for us afterwards?” Scylla questioned.

“Afterwards? You mean after you give birth to my child?” Rubric asked rhetorically, “I’m not going to just toss you away, if that’s what you’re asking. You are my wife now, if that hasn’t been made clear. Not my first one, but still an important member of my family.”

“Family?” Scylla repeated. That word was incredibly strange in this context.

“When you finish your training here, and I take you to your new home in Minopolis, you will start a new life there as my property,” Rubric explained, “Your main purpose will be to give birth to minotaur children, and to behave as expected of a minotaur wife.”

“Is that all there is to look forward to?” Scylla asked, seeing the way the minotaur described it to be pretty bleak.

“To raise children and serve your mate?” Rubric said, “I suppose it is, but I don’t understand entirely why that would make you upset. From what I understand, one of the greatest dreams a woman can have is to find a mate to spend the rest of their lives with.”

“Maybe, but they usually expect some romancing involved, and not being forced into a life of birthing babies,” Scylla rebutted, “I did have things I wanted to do before being married too.”

“Hmmm…” Rubric murmured to himself, “There is no reason you can’t still pursue whatever goals you had prior to your enslavement to me, unless they go against your role as my slave.”

“What?” Scylla replied.

“Let me give an example,” said Rubric, “The deer we have here as slaves, you’ve encountered them, but have you ever talked to one?”

“Not really,” Scylla answered, as the only deer she even spoken to briefly was Xenia, since she was assigned to monitor the progress of the minotaur pregnancies.

“Well if you did,” said Rubric, “You’d find that while they are all slaves, many of them were able to do whatever activities they wanted, when they stopped trying to fight what we wanted for them. Take the one medical doe that monitors the health of your baby and modified parts of your body, for instance. If she was purely a sex slave, then do you think she’d be able to be a doctor?”

“I… suppose not.” Scylla answered.

“Of course not,” The minotaur confirmed, “If we used her for sex only, then she’d never have been educated on the things she does. Once she submitted to our will, we allowed her every opportunity to learn whatever skills she desired. Same goes for those who wish to be athletes, or those who are more creative and artistic. Minotaur society doesn’t squash these aspirations, we cultivate it and encourage it to grow.”

“So you’re saying, that I can do whatever I want, so long as I agree to be your slave.” Scylla said, believing she was understood what her master was saying.

“Maybe not ‘whatever’ you want,” Rubric corrected, “But if there is something that interests you, we can discuss it, and I can figure out a way that it can be redirected to something we can both agree to. So long as we can do that, I won’t object to you having hobbies, or a career if that’s what you are looking for. It might sound a little restrictive, but you might find that under my watch, you’ll be able to do more than you could’ve ever done by yourself.”

Scylla was a bit lost in how the minotaur put that, and Rubric could see her trying to puzzle out his meaning in her head.

“What I’m saying is that I’d be able to fund your projects,” Rubric attempted to explain, “Either in coin or in bodies.”

“Bodies?!” Scylla said, surprised at his choice of words, taking them at face value.

Rubric rolled his eyes, and corrected himself, “Personnel… While I’m sure you could accomplish anything you wanted on your own, wouldn’t things be easier if you had a few people to help you?”

“Maybe?” Scylla said, questioning the notion, not even sure what she would need other creatures to help her with, seeing as she didn’t exactly have planned out goals for her future, this early in her life.

“I’ll try to give another example,” Rubric said, starting to find it difficult to convince his kelpie of the benefits he was offering, “If you wanted to open a store, I could supply employees for that store. If you wanted to be a professional swimmer, I could get you a trainer. If you wanted to be an artist, I could get you an assistant to get you supplies.”

“You’re that rich?” Scylla asked, now amazed that he could promise such a thing.

“I’m a slaver.” Rubric answered, “In Minopolis, a slaver can be fairly successful, if they are good at their job.”

Rubric reminding the kelpie that he was a successful slaver made something click for her, “Wait, these creatures you would get to help me with what I’d want to do… Would they be other slaves?”

“Would there be something wrong with that?” Rubric replied, clearly showing that he had no qualms with that notion.

“I don’t want to have a slave,” said Scylla, making clear her objections, “I don’t want it to be my fault someone else loses their freedom.

“Do you really believe that would lead to the release of the one who I would put under you?” Rubric said in rebuttal, “Slavery is not a business where slavers only round up as many as they need to sell, and they would only be kept in captivity longer till another owner chooses to buy them.”

Rubric paused, and then let out a huff, emptying his lungs before taking in a deep breath.

“But this isn’t supposed to be a debate over what I do. If you don’t want another slave serving under you, so be it. I will not force one on you, though I would just like to show you the benefits of having someone at your beck and call.”

Rubric took a moment place his plate of food down at the poolside, and took a moment to reveal that he had been hiding something underneath it. In his hand, he held a remote, one that looked to be custom made for minotaur, as it fits comfortably in his palm, while the size of would have made it so a smaller creature would have had to hold it like a clipboard if they wanted to keep their other hand free.

“See this little do-hickie?” Rubric said, showing off the device to the kelpie, “It’s something those deer whipped up, a neat toy to amuse their masters. Let me show you how it works.”

The minotaur aimed the remote across the room, at some target that Scylla couldn’t see, and hit a button at the top. Then he pointed it at a spot on the edge of the pool, a foot behind where Scylla was sitting.

“Now turn around and watch,” Rubric ordered, “I’ve prepared something very interesting for us.”

Scylla did as she was told, spinning around in the water, letting her natural buoyancy keep her afloat, while resting her arms on the side of the pool. She didn’t have to wait long to see what the minotaur wanted her to see, as it only took a minute for a dragon to come walking around the pool, coming up to the exact point the minotaur had targeted with the remote.

This dragon was female, Scylla determining this as the reptile Approached with her shapely, feminine figure. A slender form with rounded hips, covered in pink scales, with an exposed pair of vaginal lips between her thighs for anyone to see.

The dragoness wasn’t merely nude, however, as she had on her similar attire to what the other dragons were wearing. A set of black, leather bindings on her wings, shacklings on her ankles and wrists, a gag made of sturdy metal rods that obstructed her mouth so it was wide open and couldn’t be closed, a thick blindfold that covered her eyes to prevent her from seeing her surroundings, and a gemstone encrusted clit ring pierced into the part of the body one would expect to find such a piece of jewelry. All these accessories were topped off by the presence of a steel ring around the dragon’s neck, lined with sizable spikes around the outside of it, just like the collars she had seen on every other dragon prior, and the gem-encrusted rings that tightly gripped the center digits of their hands and feet.

“One of the dragons?” Scylla questioned, the pink dragon now standing less than a foot away from her.

“I rented out this little controller for our stay here,” Rubric said, wiggling the remote in his had in display, “It is tied to this dragon bitch, and will allow us to use her as we please, so long as we have it.”

Scylla eyed the device more intently as she became incredibly curious about it, spotting several buttons and dials on it. She had heard myths before of a powerful enough magical artifact that could bend the wills of dragons to the wielder, but that was supposed to be an ancient staff. Could The Society have somehow created something based off of that concept? If so, where did they find such magic.

“Would you like to give it a try?” Rubric added, offering the remote to his slave.

Scylla took a look at the dragon standing near her, and several thoughts rushed her at once. She had to admit, the idea of having control over something like a dragon was… enticing. Some of her erotic novels, the ones written by Charming Tale, were often about one creature being at the mercy of another. Such stories always excited her, whether she pictured herself in the role of the one being dominated… or even if she pictured herself as the dominator. So to a pony with such dark fantasies, what Rubric was offering was the fulfillment of that fantasy, with what seemed like no strings attached.

On the other hand, Scylla had already had one half of that fantasy fulfilled, and she found it to be a mixed bag of mostly disappointment. She didn’t like her freedom stripped away to be forced into a life of sexual servitude, and she doubted that a dragon, of all creatures, would enjoy it anymore. As much as she felt tempted, she couldn’t let herself do something she believed would bring harm to another creature.

“Sorry, but I don’t think I could let myself do that.” Scylla said, not betraying what she said earlier about not wanting to have others as slaves under her. “And honestly, I wouldn’t even know what I was doing.”

“The control isn’t that difficult to learn, if you fiddle around with the buttons a bit,” Rubric said, still trying to get his kelpie to step down his dark path, “A lot of these are just controls for the dragon’s ‘motivators’.”

As he explained, he used his thumb to push up a sliding switch on the device as far as it could go. The reaction from the dragon was instantaneous, as her body suddenly went rigid as she made a loud, inward gasp, something coming over her, before she started to squirm wildly on spot. The dragon simply couldn’t control herself, it taking every bit of effort she could muster just to remain standing as her legs bent into one another, body bending over and arching backwards several times in a random pattern.

During the dragon’s cumbsy dance, Scylla couldn’t help but notice that several rivers of juices had started to travel down the inner parts of her legs, whatever was happening to her arousing her tiny draconic body immensely. The sight of the sexual joy the dragon’s torment was beginning to spark something in the kelpie herself, and she was happy that the lower half of her body was submerged in water, else her own arousal would have been easily picked up on by her master, and who knew what he would do then.

After a little over a minute, the minotaur slid the switchback down, releasing the dragoness from her agony. Amazingly, the reptile had managed not to crumple to her knees throughout her ordeal, and remained standing as she took heavy breaths that cause her flat, reptilian chest to heave as she was given a moment to recover.

“Still don’t want to give it a try?” Rubric asked, trying once more to get Scylla to take up the offer.

“No, I couldn’t!” Scylla replied, this time being much less convincing than before, but still trying hard to convince herself that she didn’t at least want to give it a try. “I mean, what if I accidentally directed her into the water and she drowned?”

“Oh, that’s not possible.” Rubric explained, “The deer set up the dragons so that they can’t enter the pool by themselves. These crystals along the pool act as a barrier for them, as well as serve a few other functions. Here, let me show you.”

To give an example of what he meant, the minotaur aimed the remote into the pool, and pressed the button that told the dragoness to head to where he pointed. With a click of a button, Scylla watched as each of the gemstones on the dragon’s jewelry lit up with a magical glow that immediately reminded her of the glow the slave deer made when happy.

As the magic in the stones activated, the dragon squirmed about lightly, showing less intense signs of discomfort than the time prior. Something about the feeling she was being inflicted with acted to guide her though, and soon she was on the move, heading directly for the spot the remote instructed her to go there, as if she knew exactly where to go regardless of the blindfold blocking her sight. It became clear to Scylla that the gems were what was leading the way, the rocks playing a game of hot and cold, one that the dragon seemed to have a handle on.

However, the moment she reached the edge of the pool, Scylla heard a loud ‘ZAP!’ come from the dragoness, and immediately she leaped backwards. Clearly a punishment had been received for trying to cross into a forbidden area, even if it wasn’t the dragon’s fault she was about to do so.

“See, perfectly safe,” Rubric said, “But I can tell that’s not what’s the issue.”

Scylla sunk a little into the water, believing that her rejection was starting to offend her maters. “Sorry..”

“Very well,” Rubric relented, “If you don’t want to take advantage of this opportunity, then I’ll just have to instead.”

The minotaur rose out of the pool, water trickling off in droplets from his fur. With a lift of his leg, he easily planted his hoof on the side of the pool, an act a pony like Scylla was too small to emulate, and with it hoisted himself out of the water completely. In the same motion, he took the time to undo the buckle on the small piece of fabric that covered his crotch, letting it fall to the floor to expose himself, showing no signs of concern if anyone was watching him. Without the loincloth, his cock, his instrument of rape and defilement, was let loose, and Scylla understood well what it meant when a minotaur took it out.

The dragoness, despite being blindfolded, knew that she was being approached, feeling the tremor the bovine made with each step of his dense, muscular body. A visible tremor took hold of her, but the dragon did not try to flee from the approaching mountain of a man. When Rubric reached his destination, he towered over the reptile, her head only coming up to his upper thighs, barely reaching his dangling ballsack.

With the minotaur so close, the pink dragon’s breathing pattern quickened, displaying that she knew what was about to happen to her. There were only a few short seconds of stillness as the two stood before one another, and then the minotaur made his move, bending down to grab the dragon by her hair-like finscale. Begin grabbed, the dragon tried to pull away, animalistic noises coming from the depths of her throat, but it was only met with an opposing force that pulled her forward.

The minotaur directed his captive underneath his semi-flaccid dick, then lifted her up till she was forced to the very tips of her toes. The height was just enough for the minotaur to press her face right into the space where his balls and cock met.

“There you go,” he said with satisfaction, “Breath in deep the scent of your masters.”

With her nostrils pressed firmly into the minotaur’s cock skin, she did exactly as the minotaur wanted, taking deep breaths through her nose to retrieve what little oxygen she could around the flesh obstructing the airway. Why she didn’t just breather through her open, unobstructed mouth gave was a mystery to Scylla, who was intently watching the display, fixated on it for reasons she didn’t even think to question.

When satisfied with the Dragon’s taking in of his scent, the minotaur released her finscale, letting her once more stand flatfooted. This didn’t last long though, as he only released the one part of her body to take hold of another, or, more to the point, the entirety of her body. The minotaur’s hand, which could easily wrap around Scylla’s waist when he held her during sex, was capable of enveloping the smaller creature almost completely, with only her head and feet escaping being caught in the minotaur’s grasp.

The dragon was lifted off the ground next, appearing near-weightless as the physically powerful male picked her up. Had the minotaur wanted, he could have swung her around with so little effort that she might as well not existed, being comparatively light as a piece of paper was to a pony. Something about this, or perhaps what Rubric was thinking as he did it, brought his cock to life, as it started to plump up to full erection. It didn’t take long for the sex organ to get to a size and shape Scylla was intimately familiar with, and thus to a state that the bull could use it for his intended goal of violating the tiny creature trapped between his fingers.

He started off by guiding the female dragon’s face to his crotch, resisting the urge to penetrate her immediately, and instead of placing her face at the very hilt of his cock, her mouth cupping one side of the enormous rod of meat.

“Appreciate the length of what will soon be inside you, lizard,” Rubric said, showing no form of respect towards the power that a dragon was supposed to represent in the face of his own overbearing might.

Rubric flicked the dragon across the length of his dick, running her mouth along it like a whetstone on a blade. He did this several times, unafraid of the dragon’s fangs, or the possibility of the dragon spewing fire on his vulnerable cock, sending smug looks Scylla’s way as he teased the dragon several times with the threat of penetration, low moans sounding from the helpless creature’s muzzle.

Scylla had never witnessed her master show such behavior before. Not so much the willingness to force himself on another creature, as he had done that often with her, but to take some sort of pleasure from it that wasn’t purely physical. With her, he was very often stoic during sex, doing his part and then leaving her to serve her role as a slave in The Society. For some reason, Scylla couldn’t help but hold form some jealousy from this, that her master was taking more enjoyment from another girl than he did her. This was a feeling formed through her mental conditioning, of course, but the implanted feelings were no less real to the kelpie.

Rubric gave the dragon about a dozen passes along his cock, before finally deciding it was time to stop threatening to penetrate her, and actually get to doing the deed. Cupping his hands together, the bovine transferred the dragon from one hand to the other, flipping her upside-down in the process, so that it was her little feet that were poking out of the top of the newly formed fist. With her position shifted, she was now ready to properly take the minotaur, her head at the optimum angle for insertion.

Taking a moment to hover the dragon’s head over the head of his penis, a bulb made of flesh that looked to be half the size of the dragon’s actual head, Rubric lowered her down upon it slowly. The pink dragon must have known it was time, as she made several woeful groans during her descent. When her reptilian lips touched the end of the dick, letting her know the size of what was going to enter her, the groans transformed to a semi-panicked shriek, one that was quickly stifled as the large object was pushed inside without remorse.

Even with the gag in place keeping her mouth at what looked like maximum gape, the massive minotaur cock manage to push her jaw further open as he entered into her, the dragon still at this point making muffled screams. That wasn’t enough for Rubric though, and he continued to push deeper, till Scylla notices a bulge at the space right above her collar, the noises coming from the dragon’s stuffed mouth turning into only gagging sounds, indicating to the kelpie that her throat was being entered.

Beyond that point, Scylla couldn’t see any more signs of progress, but she could tell by the amount of dick that disappeared into her mouth that her master had forced himself in deep. Had it been her own throat, he would have been well on his way through her esophagus. On a creature that small, she could only assume he had gone all the way to her stomach. It was a terrifying sight to behold, but also a bit impressive. To witness a creature of her size take something that big, without any apparent damage to herself, could only be described as phenomenal. Scylla wondered if this was the work of some of the deer’s elasticity potions, or a natural trait of the dragon itself.

After just a little more pushing, Rubric finally stop for reasons only he knew, the dragoness able to devour two-thirds of his shaft in one go. Scylla wondered momentarily if it was over, but she soon learns that was a silly assumption when he moved his hand upwards, the dragon still firmly gripped in his hand, and then down again to the position it was just at. It was a brutal display of his power over the small female, which he repeated non-stop at what must have been an agonizingly moderate pace for the dragon.

If anyone in the room was too far away to notice the small portions of dragon poking out from Rubric’s hand, they would have just saw what looked like the minotaur masturbating on the spot. From Scylla’s point of view, they wouldn’t be far off, as she stared in shock as he used the pink dragon like a sex toy, stroking her whole body up and down his dick. She couldn’t look away, the brutality of it paralyzing the kelpie. She knew minotaur could do horrible things, but this was way further than anything she had endured thus far, if only for the simple fact that her body was not tiny enough to be impaled so thoroughly by her master’s cock.

Rubric continued the motion for a few minutes, changing pace periodically, but never coming to a halt as sloppy sounds gurgled from inside the female wrapped around his penis, which were the only signs that she was still managing to get air in between the times when she was lifted up slightly and then pressed back down. Of course, this process could only go on for so long, before biology took its natural course. Scylla was able to witness the climax to this display just before it came, as she noticed her master’s sack clench up around his testicles right as he gave a final thrust and let loose a low bellow from his lips. One didn’t have to of been on the receiving end of a minotaur’s cock to know what happened next, as the exposed part of the bull’s urethra spasmed and pulsed, letting it be known that a particular fluid was being pumped through it, directly into the gullet of his victim.

Rubric kept the dragon pressed down on his dick for the duration of his orgasm, churning in as much sperm into her as his balls had to dispense. It didn’t take long for some of that cum to fill all the space available, eventually needing to find an alternative place to go, finding a pathway out of the dragon’s body through her sinus passage and out her nose. Becoming aware of the cum bursts erupting from the captive dragon’s nostrils, the minotaur slowly loosened his grasp, but never truly released her.

All he was doing was allowing the dragon more room for the cum flowing into her, as minotaur could cum in such volumes that it could flood a normal-sized pony’s insides till a noticeable bulge formed in their abdomen. For the dragon, her body was becoming so full that she was starting to inflate from it, turning her slender form out into a pear shape, rounding out near the hips, before becoming less and less swelled on the way up to her chest.

When Rubric finally finished cumming, he took his time to remove himself from the dragon’s maw, the jism he filled her with now coming out from a place other than her nose, as small bubbles of sperm formed around the seams of her lips when enough space was permitted to allow air to seep through. Upon full removal of the obstruction, a small geyser of the thick fluids exploded outwards, the dragon doing her best impression of an uncorked bottle of wine, a small popping noise created from the final separation of her lips from his oversized sex organ further correlating that image even further.

Having severed her intended purpose, the dragon was haphazardly rolled onto the floor from the minotaur’s grasp, in a way that was comparatively gentle compared to the prior treatment. It was a nearly passive dismissal of the dragon, as the moment the reptile left his hand, Rubric was already making his way back to the pool. He didn’t even look back as the dragon started to cough out more sperm, the pressure of her rolling onto her stomach forcing more of the substance out of her body.

“That was refreshing,” Rubric said, re-entering the pool, making it sound like he had just downed a cold beverage, instead of having just brutally raped another creature. “What did you think?”

Scylla was at a loss for words. She knew that minotaur could be rather careless when it came to those they defiled, she even knew her master showed that trait more than others, but the way he discarded the dragon was none the less shocking. Leaving her on the floor, inflated like a water balloon made of snake skin, spewing up pints of the minotaur’s semen, it was rather pitiful.

Seeing that his kelpie was no more intrigued with the prospect of being able to do as she pleased with the dragon, Rubric sighed. He had honestly rented the dragon out to amuse Scylla during her day of relaxation, but if she had no interest, then he couldn’t force her in this matter.

“Very well,” the minotaur relented, “I’ll just use her myself then. Don’t worry about having to do anything with her if you don’t want to.”

When Rubric said that, it dawned on Scylla that she, through her non-compliance, was about to let something horrible happen. She knew that the minotaur was trying to show her that enslaving another creature was not a big deal, but if she wasn’t going to humor him, then he would just take out his frustrations with her on the dragon. Having witnessed how far he went with her prior, to make her suffer through that again through her own inability to cooperate would not sit well with the kelpie.

“Actually… Master…” Scylla started, very meekly, as she still wasn’t all aboard with the idea of treating another being as a slave.

“Hmmm?” Rubric replied, practically mooing the hum.

Scylla steeled herself, feeling she had to some sort of enthusiasm if she was to make Rubric believe her words. “I think I would like to have a turn with the dragon.”