Rubric looked at his kelpie slave with skepticism, not really believing that she had changed her mind about wanting to use another slave. Not that he knew enough about Scylla to discern that his treatment of the reptile had sparked something in her, but most ponies had moral qualms when it came to the assumed mistreatment of other creatures. Funnily enough, most dragons in her position wouldn’t have batted an eye at a pony being abused in the same manner.

“Ok, it’s your day, so if you want to use her, then go ahead,” Rubric said, extending the dragon’s remote to Scylla, only to pull it halfway back to him as her fingers touched the device, “Just so long as you actually use her.”

“Huh?” Scylla said, a little confused.

“I paid a good amount of coin for her use,” Rubric explained, “Not to give her a day off. If you don’t use the dragon as a slave, then I’ll take her back for my own enjoyment.”

Scylla looked away for a split second when given the stipulations. Her main reason to get the dragon away from Rubric was to prevent any more manhandling on the minotaur’s part. Now that she had to make use of the dragon, the kelpie wasn’t even sure what she could use her for.

“Fine,” Scylla said, figuring that the first thing to do was get the controller away from Rubric. The minotaur, hearing his slave agree to his terms, handed over the remote without any objection, that was until Scylla added, “But not sexually. Today’s supposed to be my day off.”

“Okay,” Rubric said, honestly not caring that Scylla didn’t want to fuck the dragon, “But then what are you going to use her for?”

“Ummm... “ Scylla had to think for a second, searching her mind for all the things slaves did to amuse the customers of The Society. It took her a moment, but then she remembered the day of her debut, and of the stallion that invited her to drinks, “Entertainment!”

“Entertainment?” Rubric asked curiously.

“Well I’m sure that a dragon like her has some interesting stories to tell,” Scylla reasoned, “And if that’s not enough, then I’ll have her do a dance for me or something.”

Scylla lifted herself out of the pool, and was a little worried when Rubric rolled his eyes at her. For a second she thought that her reason wouldn’t be enough for him, but then the minotaur said to her, “Fine, do as you wish. Just keep the lizard busy.” Lifting his hand dismissively as he soaked in the pool.

Scylla took his approval and ran with it, immediately going to the dragon, who was still plumped up from all the cum filling her, despite having already coughed a lot of it back up onto the floor. Hearing the reptile’s moans up close, watching her barely move after the minotaur’s sexual assault on her, made Scylla feel awful that she didn’t do something to stop it when it was happening. At this point, the kelpie wasn’t even sure the dragon could move so she could use it as a slave.

“Are you ok?” she said, gripping the dragon’s shoulder to give it a gentle shake.

The dragon gave no response to this, lying as still as she could, her breathing being the only thing that indicated she was still well.

Rubric, seeing this out of the corner of his eye, said to his slave, “The purple button…”.

Knowing that he was speaking to her, Scylla took a look at the device now in her possession. There were an array of knobs, switches, and buttons on it, none of which were labeled. However, they all seemed to have a different color association to them, which was probably how Society members knew which ones did what. As always, things in the facility were designed to keep the slaves in the dark. Still, it was only a matter of seconds before she found a purple button on the remote, and following the instructions of her master, the aquatic mare pressed her finger down on it.

The dragon immediately shot up to a sitting position, her breathing becoming very rapid. It was like something had overcome the dragon, something only she could sense, and Scylla could only look on with bewilderment by the dragon’s reaction to a simple button press. Soon, the dragon had moved to all fours, whatever was happening to her becoming too much, the use of all her limbs necessary to keep her body off the ground as she violently trembled. Scylla was starting to believe that Rubric had tricked her into doing something terrible to the dragon, but right before she worked up the nerve to scold the minotaur for deceiving her, she discovered the true purpose of the purple button.

Still on all fours, the dragon made a few incredibly labored breaths, and then in a disgusting display, emptied out the contents of her stomach in a single, violent, internal push. What looked to be gallons of bull spunk spewed out from the dragon’s open maw, slipping out onto the marble floor, slowly seeping its way towards several nearby drain grates. The inflated dragon quickly returned to her normal size, and by the end of it all, she was left coughing up the few droplets of cum still caught in her throat.

“There, she’s ready to work now.” Rubric said, having not even cared enough about the reptile to look in her direction as she puked up all the semen he poured into her.

Scylla had to admit, that button did solve sure did the trick, as the dragon was both active and able to move without an overly full stomach impeding her. There was still one matter she wanted to attend to though, before she started to use the dragon for the purpose Rubric demanded of her.

Going up behind the still sputtering dragon female, Scylla looked at the back parts of both her mouth gag and blindfold. Both were attached to the girl’s head with only a single strap each, neither locked into place.

“Hold still.” Scylla said, as she went to remove the two objects.

The dragon listened to her, or perhaps was too preoccupied recovering to do otherwise. Whatever the reason, Scylla was able to remove objects with ease, setting them off to the side, and with them out of the way, the kelpie was able to see the beautiful set of blue, reptilian eyes.

The first thing the dragon did once her sight was returned was clenched her lovely eyes shut, the room’s lighting too harsh for her to handle immediately. It was strange for Scylla to watch a dragon, even one as small as this one, to be in such a helpless state. Dragons were supposed to be strong, brash, and incapable of domination. While the last description had been shattered upon seeing the dozens of dragon slaves in the room, she didn’t expect one to look so pathetic, on all fours, taking heavy breaths through a still gaping mouth, cowering from the light.

“Are you okay?” Scylla asked, assuming the answer was no, but feeling the question needed to be said.

“I’m… fine…” the dragon replied, straining a response with a jaw sore from being held open for who knew how long. The dragon then turned her head to the direction the concerned voice came from, and slowly forced her eyes to open, “Just... need a second to…” The pink dragon paused for a second at what she saw, expressing confusion at first, before her eyes went narrow in surprise. “A… pony?!”

Scylla didn’t expect that response from the dragon, who she assumed would have encountered many a pony member of the Society during her time as a slave. Was it a question of clarification? Was she having trouble telling if Scylla was or was not a pony with her kelpie features? Scylla could see that being the case, but the smile forming on the dragon’s lips was indicated there was something more to her question.

Hearing a new voice in the room, Rubric shifted his attention back to his breeding slave, and noticed what had happened. With a groan, he loudly commented, “Now you’ve done it.”

Scylla looked over to his master, thinking she had done something she wasn’t permitted to do, but as she did she received an unexpected embrace as the dragon forced herself up, practically leapted at Scylla, and gave the kelpie a big hug.

“That one has a thing for ponies,” Rubric went on to say, doing nothing to cease the activity between the two slave females, “She was blindfolded earlier today in preparations for you and that pegasus’ arrival, to keep her on task. Now you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences.”

Scylla, still being held rather tightly, took a moment to process what was going on to her, but soon figured out first hand how much a distraction the presence of ponies would have been for the dragon, as the hug turned more into a grope, with claws hands exploring the kelpie’s body freely as she was held firmly in dragon’s embrace.

The minotaur hadn’t been scolding, he was giving a sincere warning, though one Scylla couldn’t take advantage of, for the sake of his one amusement. The minotaur’s amusement only went so far though, and soon he spoke again, this time in a more authoritarian tone. “Hey, lizard!” he called out, being intentionally boisterous and loud.

As the impact of his words hit her, the dragon tensed up, released Scylla, then displayed submission by kneeling, bending her upper torso forward, and stretching her arms out in front of her as she pressed her snout to the floor.

“That pony you’re hugging is your mistress for today, and you’re wasting her precious time with your overbearing pony fetish. Now get to work, and start tending to her desires.”

Hearing the minotaur’s demand, the dragon perked her head up, and then turned her gaze to Scylla once more, this time with a newfound glimmer in her eyes, almost predatory in nature as it dawned on the enslaved dragon what position she had been put into.

Scylla returned a nervous smile, as she had no clue what she was in for, and believed that by trying to protect the dragon, she might have placed herself into some sort of trap.

“Then tell me, mistress,” the dragon said gleefully, crawling over to the kelpie on her knees in a way that certainly was unbecoming of a dragon, “What would you have this humble slave do for you?”

“Now wait a second,” Scylla said, swearing that she saw the dragon wiggle her rump seductively as she placed herself before her, “I don’t want to rush to the best part right away.” Scylla said that, but she really wasn’t intending to get to the ‘best part’ at all. It seemed to be what the dragon wanted though, or at least what she believed she wanted, as there was little doubt she had been thoroughly programmed by Schorl and the trainers at The Society.

“Well of course,” the dragon said, taking Scylla’s hand in her claws, looking up from her bowed position with what could only be called ‘bedroom eyes’, “We can work our way up to the fun stuff. I’m yours to command, and I’m happy to serve your every wish.”

Scylla could feel herself heat up at the attention she was receiving, never having anyone, let alone another girl, let alone a dragon of all things, be this aggressively affectionate to her. She couldn’t deny, it was working to some degree, as the kelpie could feel a tingling in many of her naughtiest places.

“Ahahahahaha!” Scylla responded, laughing in panic as she pulled back her hand, “That’s… Well, I don’t know what to say. But ok, how about we start off with something small. Could you tell me your name, please?”

“Please?” The dragon said, sitting up on her knees, “No need to be so formal to a lowly wyrm like myself. My name is Mina, I’m just a slave in training to serve ponies like yourself.”

“Ummm… Well… You see…” Scylla said, still trying to tiptoe out of the intensity of this situation, which she didn’t expect in her wildest fantasies, even after being enslaved, raped, and impregnated by a minotaur became a reality for her, “I’m a slave in training too.”

Scylla showed off her collar, indicating that she too was merely the property of someone else.

“You are still my mistress for the day,” the dragon explained, “So please, make use of me as you will.”

Scylla could see the only way to turn down the sexual heat this dragon was radiating was to force it down, and there were few ways she could think of doing that while locked in this room. She came up with one idea though, one of a handful that would fulfill the requirement Rubric had given to Scylla for the dragon’s use.

“Master, I’m gonna go eat at one of the tables,” she said to Rubric, relaying to him her intended course of action, “Mina, if you’d go get my food from over there, and follow me, you’re gonna feed me.”

“Giving me the privilege to hand feed you?” Mina said, fetching the plate she was instructed to retrieve, following after Scylla, who was already making her way to a table, once obtained, “You are far too kind.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to see that,” Scylla said, wondering if the dragon would be able to make something such as eating overly erotic.

The kelpie had already gone through such a thing with her master, and now she might get the same with this incredibly odd dragon. She was beginning to suspect that despite the presentation that this was a vacation day, it was actually just more training, designed to make her see positive aspects of enslavement. Thing was, despite her best efforts, it was kinda working.

Once the two got situated at a table, Scylla did as she said and allowed the dragon to hand feed her, using a fork and spoon, while falling back on her original plan of having the dragon ‘entertain’ her through a story. Mina was instructed to tell the kelpie how she ended up at the Society, which started off by explaining how she was in Equestria in the first place. It appeared that Mina had come to Equestria from the Dragon Lands years prior, moving into a section of Fillydelphia called Dragon Town, a small area where dragons live within the pony city, though seldom interact directly with one another.

Scylla learned that Mina ran a small comic shop in Dragon Town, and that she moved there because she had a strong interest with ponies, though seldom had a chance to interact with them because lots of ponies had poor opinions about dragons, based on how most dragons from the Dragon Lands behaved towards other creatures.

It was about this time that Mina and Scyla’s conversation caught the attention of the two other non-draconic females in the room, and soon both Gabby and Blue Yonder joined them at Scylla’s table. After a brief explanation of what was going on, and another trip to the buffet table for seconds, the four girls began another discussion about how they all ended up in the Society’s clutches.

“So after I was given the package by my supervisor,” Gabby said, halfway through her own tale, Scylla having already recounted the night she and her father were abducted, “I made my way to Canterlot to deliver it. I guess it must’ve been some sort of trap set up by Lady Tourmaline, because when I got to the delivery location I was invited inside. When I got far enough away from the door, the lights went out, the door closed, and I felt a bunch of hands grabbing me to hold me down. I passed out for some reason shortly after, and when I woke up I was bound up so tight I could hardly move a feather, put into a box and on my way here.”

“That’s horrible,” Scylla sympathized, having been treated pretty much the same.

“Yeah, that seems to be The Society’s method of capture,” Yonder added, “Isolate, surprise, and then subdue. I was caught out while exploring a forest, investigating some ancient ruins. I was about to go inside, when I heard a loud noise from my airship, so I went back to make sure it wasn’t being burgled by some treasure thieves.”

Blue Yonder appeared to lead a much more interesting life than Scylla or Gabby, one an assistant at her father’s map shop, while the other was a delivery gryphon. Of the three, Yonder was perhaps the most mature and experienced, and yet the Society managed to capture her just as well.

“When I got there, I was expecting to find maybe one or two of my rivals rooting through my stuff, but instead I found half a flock of gryphons, the other half waiting outside for me when I made my escape. I guess I never expected to get kidnapped, of all things. Tied down to some ancient torture device or left in a thousand year old booby trap, sure, but I didn’t think anyone would want me instead of the relics I was looking for.”

“You ponies make everything sound so interesting,” Mina said as she refilled a set of glasses the other three were using for drinks, keeping them topped off being the task given to her by Scylla, “The only reason a dragon would even bother crawling into an old pony ruin is if they were hungry and looking for a snack.”

Mina’s words made Yonder’s lips twist for a second, the thought of some priceless relic ending up in a dragon’s gut and dissolved into nothing was not something she had ever thought of. She tried not to think about the likelihood that such a thing had happened, since the dragon so casually brought it up.

“Well, I’m sure dragons lead very interesting lives themselves.” Yonder said, trying to push the idea out of her head.

“Depends what you consider interesting,” Mina replied, “In the Dragon Lands, a lot of us just hang around lava pools all day, devouring gemstones, and roughhousing with one another. At least till we get the urge to seek out our own personal caves and create a horde to keep to ourselves.”

“I could see that being something fun to do,” Gabby said, taking a sip from her refreshed drink.

“I didn’t,” Mina responded, “That’s why I moved to Fillydelphia. Being there, and even in here, is more exciting than living a day in and day out at a volcano.”

“Exciting is one way to put it,” said Scylla, speaking about the Society, “But it has to be horrible for a dragon like you to be put through all this.”

“What do you mean?” Mina said, legitimately looking confused.

“Well, I mean being forced into sex, especially with those big minotaur. If not for the drugs, I’m sure my master would have made you pop like a balloon.”

Mina blinked a few times, as if she was stunned to hear Scylla say the things she had. Then she gave a bit of a laugh, “I guess that would be something a pony would find horrible. For us dragons, this is practically normal.”

“It… is?” Scylla said, wondering what Mina could find normal about being a slave.

“Yeah, though after living in a pony kingdom, I’ll admit that I was a little weirded out when those minotaurs copied our mating habits.”

Scylla scratched her head in confusion, and she wasn’t the only one unsure about what Mina meant.

“You might have to explain what you’re talking about,” Yonder said, thinking that she had a hint to what the dragon was getting at, but not wanting to jump to conclusions.

“Oh, well as you all know, a lot of dragons are brutish by nature, and tend to be pretty greedy, as well as domineering when they can be.” Mina began to explain, “So when dragon mating season comes around, the really big, strong ones tend to go around and gather up smaller ones like myself to take in as a personal harem.”

“What?!” the three yelled, Gabby a little late with her exclamation, as she had to spit out a bit of her drink when she heard the dragon mating habit.

“Yeah, it’s really not that different than what they are doing here… Well, except for some of the bondage things they do to us.”

Mina was talking about all this so casually, and so vaguely, that the others couldn’t help but be intrigued. Scylla most of all wanted to hear what it was dragons did with their harems, for reasons she would be embarrassed about if the others knew.

“Mind telling us exactly what the bigger dragons do?” she asked, really wanting Mina to go on.

“Sure,” Mina complied with a snicker, “You’re my mistress right now, so I’d be punished if I disobeyed. So anyway, when a dragon comes of age, the older dragons start to take notice of them. They can sense when younger dragons are ready to mate, via the shape of their bodies, and the scents they carry. When mating season starts, the dragon lands practically turn into a battlefield of older dragons hunting down smaller dragons just coming into adulthood, snatching up as many as they can find. Males, in particular, will take on a few dozen, and it doesn’t matter if they are guys or girls.”

“That certainly seems like how the minotaurs behave,” Yonder commented, “Though as you probably know, they do have a reason to pick more females.”

“After getting as many as they can find,” Mina proceeded, “They take them back to their caves and seal themselves and their new harem inside. For the next year or so, the elder dragon then asserts his dominance over their new captives and uses them however they please. Before you ask, it’s not exactly a pleasant experience, as the elders use their harem as playthings, and train them to serve their every desire, but our instincts will kick in shortly after it all starts, and when that happens the elder is imprinted onto us as not only our mate, but our owner.”

If Mina had any ill thoughts about what she was saying, she didn’t express it in the slightest, wearing a sly smirk on her face as she reminisced about her own time in a harem.

“Even before imprinting though, the elder will make use of his harem, forcing them into sexual acts. Female elders mostly have their harem pleasure them through massages, or by running their tongues across the more sensitive areas. Males, on the other hand, take no qualms in impaling those they’ve claimed on their cocks.”

“That sounds agonizing,” Scylla said, imagining what that had to be like, assuming a dragon dick was much larger than a minotaur.

“I can’t say it doesn’t hurt,” Mina said, “But a dragon’s body is suited for it. We can stretch out to fit things that are as big as our bodies, and once our bodies understand what’s going on, they remove most of the pain and drown our senses with so much pleasure we don’t know what’s going on. For months after that, the harem acts as servants to the elder, and for their service, they are allowed to eat from the elder’s gem horde. A few months after that, any bred females lay their eggs, and are often allowed to go, as once the elder is done being horny, they often stop caring about the harem.”

“Hmm… She’s right.” Yonder spoke up again, “Dragons really do seem to treat mating the same way as minotaurs, except for that catch and release policy. It actually makes me wonder why they didn’t try to make some sort of deal with your kind.”

“Probably cause it wouldn’t work,” Mina answered, “No self respecting dragon would allow themselves to be the mate of a non-dragon. At least, not unless we were the ones on top. We have far too much pride to just let other creatures use us like that.”

“Ahem…” Yonder said, spotting a clear contradiction with that statement.

“Well, normally.” Mina corrected, “Right now, those minotaurs got us stuck in these rings here,” Mina said, showing off the jewelry on her fingers and toes, “Don’t know how they managed it, but these things sting us fiercely if we step out of line.”

“Why don’t you just bite it off?” Gabby said, recognizing that the ring was merely a gold band with a gem, something a dragon’s teeth should be able to go through easily.

“Because the moment one comes off, the others start shocking you at full strength,” Mina answered, “And it’s so harsh that you can barely move to try to get the next one off. Believe me, it’s not like it hasn’t been tried.”

“That’s a shame,” Yonder noted, understanding that even dragons had their limits.

“It’s not that bad though,” Mina stated, “This is just how dragons do things. Dominating the weak, bowing down to the strong. It’s a little embarrassing that it’s not another dragon doing this to us, we don’t imprint with them like we do our elders, and the minotaurs have a few stranger demands than an elder would, but I don’t think any of us think its any worse than our first mating season.”

Scylla took in all Mina had to say about the situation, and certain conclusions began to form within her manipulated mind. For some species, the things the minotaurs were doing was practically as normal as taking a walk down the street. It was a drastic cultural difference, but rape leading into an eventually consensual relationship was the way dragons found mates. Scylla took into consideration of the minotaurs’ situation, and the things they had done to her and the others since they got here.

The minotaur had no biological females, so they had to mate with females from other species. However, their size compared to most was intimidating by itself, and even those designed by nature to have sex with a creature the size of a house couldn’t do so without being hurt for some reason. Even if that pain wasn’t the main issue, there were other circumstances that appeared to get in the minotaur’s way, such as the pride of a dragon.

Seeing that minotaur eventually resorted to slavery to find mates, this must have been a near universal barrier for them. Ponies perhaps being too afraid to give themselves to the massive creatures, gryphons not finding the ordeal worth the compensation the minotaur could provide per child, yaks maybe finding sex with a minotaur not up to their standards due to the pain. There were many reasons one could come up with to not want to endure a minotaur’s affections, many Scylla had deduced with herself, having gone through the ordeal many times, so what alternatives did the bovine race have if they wished to continue.

To a minotaur, forcing themselves was simply the most effective way to the goal, with no other alternatives available. If there were any other way, then maybe they would have never resorted to it to begin with. Scylla, in the situation she was in, wanted to believe that that was true, wanted to believe that the one that impregnated her wasn’t an absolute monster.

There were signs that that was the case, as Rubric had taken measures to make sex with him less painful, and he had allowed her to relax for the day in one of The Society’s luxury pool rooms, which was a small, but noticeable gesture that was hard to ignore. It brought up the question if Rubric even wanted to abuse her, with his overall distance to her hinting that there was something more to their relationship than her merely being his sex slave. If he saw her only as his personal screw toy, he would be more like that cruel minotaur, Jupiter, or he would be more into the idea, like Cestus. That he hardly used her for that could have meant that he had something. Maybe he felt something for her, or perhaps he was trying to prevent himself from feeling something for her.

“Hey Mina, you stay here and keep serving my friends,” Scylla said, setting her sights on her master, “I need to look into something.”

With those few words, the kelpie excused herself from the table, going back to the pool. Rubric, having finished his food, had made his way to the deeper parts of it, swimming around by himself. Being an aquatic creature, Scylla couldn’t help but notice that his form was crude, no matter how relaxed he was trying to make himself. It was slightly endearing to see the bull splash around, his slightest movements causing ripples through the entirety of the pool’s surface.

Without him seeing, the kelpie entered the water, slipping in under the surface with only the slightest disruption of the clear fluid. For the first time in a long time she was able to take a breath of air through her gills instead of her mouth, the feeling of fleshy filters separating oxygen from hydrogen was refreshing, awakening Scylla’s aquatic instincts. With a twist of her body and a flick of her tail, she torpedoed herself through the water at speeds most ponies couldn’t hope to match, her time in captivity having only made her slightly slower than she would have been otherwise.

Surrounded by water, Scylla was more aware of her environment than most other creatures could be outside of it. She could feel every movement in the water, from the miniature waterfalls breaking the surface, to the flames pouring down from the mouths of the dragons bound poolside. Of course, what she was going for would have been easy for anypony to locate submerged, as it was the thing causing the most disturbance at the moment.

It only took her a few seconds to reach the minotaur, surfacing within a few inches of him, which caught Rubric’s attention. “You done with the lizard?” he asked, going into a half float.

“I have her doing something at the moment,” Scylla answered, “But don’t worry about her right now. I think we need to talk.”

“Need to?” Rubric questioned, “That’s a bit forward for a slave, isn’t it?”

Scylla was worried that Rubric might resist an upfront confrontation, but there were few other ways to approach this, and there might never be a better, or even another, time to do it.

“Yes, it is.” Scylla replied with a bit of determination, “But I want to talk about our relationship.”

“Our relationship? What is there to talk about? You’re my sex slave, and I’m your master. I own you, and you give birth to my children.”

“Right, but I don’t want it to just be that.” said Scylla, “I can accept that I’m your slave, and that I’ll be your slave for the rest of my life, but I can’t accept being with someone who doesn’t love me.”

Rubric couldn’t help but be drawn in by that, “Love? You want love from the person who raped you?”

“I have been thinking about this for a long time,” Scylla replied, “And while I wish that we could have started this in a better way, for you and your people there is no better way. You have to do this, or else you’d never get anywhere with a female.”

Rubric snorted in response, “That’s true. To us minotaur, claiming a woman as a slave is the closest thing to a first date as we get.”

“Then maybe… if I can understand that, then you can understand that as a woman I have needs. More needs than just what your money can provide.”

“So you want affection.” said Rubric, “It’s not unheard of from a slave. Females have fallen in love with their captors over time. I just didn’t expect you to do it so quickly.”

“I haven’t fallen in love with you,” Scylla corrected, “But I would like to see if that’s possible. If you could treat me like an actual woman, and I could learn to love you in return.”

Rubric took a moment to close his eyes, floating himself over to one of the small islands in the center of the pool. “You should know, as far as we minotaur are concerned, a slave is a slave. While we are willing to provide for them, and even support them in some of their goals, we never relinquish a slave from that role. Even should I decide to treat you better, I own you.”

“If that’s what makes you feel safe with this relationship, fine.” Scylla accepted, “I’ll just look at us like we’re married.”

“It has nothing to do about me ‘feeling safe’,” Rubric said, trying to clarify any misconceptions Scylla might have had, “It’s not unheard of for a slave to try and strike a deal with their master, and we minotaur have encountered a wide variety of results from that outcome. Sometimes it turns out fine, sometimes the slave backs out of their part of the agreement, and other times a slave tries to use what they feel is a moment of weakness on the master’s part to gain leverage. Overall, slaves just try to get us to ease up on them so they can get an opportunity to escape. After a few generations of this behavior, we determined it's best to promise a slave nothing, save that we would treat them as well as any other piece of property we own. You're not even my first breeding slave, so you have no right to ask for any privilege I haven’t already given to one of my other wives.”

Rubric might have said this had nothing to do with his own feeling of safety, but everything he said practically confirmed a cultural fear that their slaves will betray them if given any kind of leniency. Minotaur can’t trust their slaves to simply do as they’re told, because those they enslave would naturally want to escape or turn the situation in their favor. In a way, even Scylla was guilty of that, as it is her own desire for a better life than that of a mere breeding slave that led her to try and reason with Rubric. That didn’t mean she was wrong though, as while one could sympathize with the minotaur’s inability to get mates without rape, it was also fair to say that their unwillingness to meet those they enslaved halfway once the slave submitted was selfish.

“All I’m asking is that we try to get along with each other.” Scylla said, attempting once more to appeal to the bovine’s sense of empathy, “We can start out slow, but I don’t want to be stuck with someone I just hate. Can we at least try?”

“Let me make sure I get what you’re requesting,” said Rubric, “You want me to be more affectionate towards you. Treat you more like what another pony would treat you in a relationship between a male and a female? What does that even entail in your eyes?”

That was actually a little difficult to answer, as part of Scylla didn’t think that she’d make it this far to make up terms. “Well… I’d like for us to spend more time together, for starters.”

“More time together?” Rubric pondered on that seemingly simple request, “You realize that I work here guarding the club members and taming slaves, right?”

“Yes,” Scylla replied, acknowledging that Rubric was the kind of man who liked focusing on his career, as repugnant as that career was, “But I’m sure you have more free time than you’re letting on.”

“Fine, I’ll figure out a way to have us get together in between my work and your training.” Rubric agreed, giving Scylla the tiniest of openings.

“And… I don’t want us to get together just for sex.” Scylla added, “I’m your slave, and my body belongs to you, but my heart can’t belong to someone who just uses me as a sex object.”

“I’m not much for casual conversation,” Rubric said, “But if you want days where we are together without it just being about sex, then I suppose that’s not too much to ask.”

“Good,” Scylla said, “That will give me time to ask more questions about you, or minotaur culture, things I’ll need to know since I’ll be living with you after my training is done.”

Rubric was slightly surprised by Scylla’s forethought in this process. It seemed that to her living with him was now a foregone conclusion, which it was as far as he was concerned, so now her only recourse was to prepare for it and learn the customs that she would be expected to follow.

“How admirable,” Rubric murmured, his deep voice making it hard for him to hide his appreciation for Scylla’s attitude, “Well the first thing I think you should know is that once I take you to Minopolis, you will be exposed to a cultural system of slavery. For as many minotaurs live on the island, the amount of slaves still overshadows us by a good margin. Of course, that is what our focus on breeding is supposed to eventually overcome, but that is a goal that is generations from accomplishing. What I’m trying to say is that there will be other slaves, lots of them, in your new home, and you will be expected to respect other slave owners and their methods when it comes to the treatment of their slaves.”

Thoughts of minotaurs like Jupiter came to Scylla, “So if a minotaur is being cruel to their slave, I just have to accept it?”

“You don’t have to like it,” Rubric corrected, “But if you cause a fuss about some other slave being mistreated, I’ll have to punish you for misbehaving. Besides, we minotaur do have laws to make sure no slave is too poorly mistreated, at least by our standards.”

“So I just have to trust that your kind knows best then?” Scylla asked, legitimately wondering if that was the case.

“Indeed,” Rubric said, “We are the masters, and thus you must have faith that we can regulate one another. You have no other choice in the matter.”

That was a hard thing to ask of Scylla. She had a pretty poor opinion on the slave training process that she had to go through herself, and Rubric was implying that there were other methods utilized in minotaur culture that he foresees her disagreeing with even more. As he said though, voicing such an opinion would be fruitless, and would only force his hand. Holding her tongue was going to be part of the price of her having what would be considered a peaceful life as a breeding slave.

“And don’t ever try to get me to stop doing my job,” Rubric added, “I chose to be a slaver because it is a profitable profession, not because I find it a moral one. I capture, train, and sell off creatures like yourself because it fulfills my financial needs, for both myself and all of my slaves, and you will respect that.”

“Yes sir,” Scylla replied, feeling like she was being preemptively reprimanded for something that he knew she would attempt, “I won’t try to stop you, as I get that is considered an honest profession in your lands.”

The minotaur paid close attention to Scylla’s expressions as she spoke. They were not happy ones, but they did express resignation. Being an experienced slaver, he knew this was the best an owner could expect from a slave not born into servitude, though others might try to demand more.

“If that’s understood, then we can try to form some sort of real relationship between the two of us.” Rubric said, “But if that’s really what you want, then I think that it wouldn’t be too much for me to ask for a gesture of good faith from you.”

“A gesture of good faith?” Scylla said back mildly confused, not sure what a pony in her position could do when Rubric had complete control over what she did already.

“You are asking me to treat you well, more or less, and yet you’ve done little to deserve such treatment.” Rubric explained, “As you yourself have pointed out, all of our interactions, sexual or otherwise, have been forced upon you. As such, you’ve never done anything to make me feel that you’re deserving of any privilege. Now should be the time that you change that.”

While Rubric was showing a very dickish aspect of himself, he had a point. Her accepting her violation was not, in and of itself, worthy of reward. To get the things she desired from this arrangement, she had to give up something of her own, in this case, her reluctance.

“As you wish… Master,” the kelpie said, slipping herself under the water.

With the water as clear as it was, the minotaur was able to watch his slave swim up to him from beneath it, her hands finding their way to the piece of cloth he used to conceal his manhood when not in use. With a small bit of hesitation, she emulated what she witnessed earlier when her master raped the dragon, and undid the belt around his waist so she could let loose his bulky bull penis.

From Scylla’s perspective, she had put herself face to face with the tool that was used to defile her body many times now, the very thing that burdened her womb with what could very likely be a minotaur child. Her master’s cock had only ever been an object of suffering for her, and yet now she would have to treat it was the same level of affection and kindness she was hoping to earn.

With the end goal in mind, Scylla went to task, running her tongue on her master’s girth. She was thankful that the pool had washed away any sweat and grime that seemed accumulated on her master’s sex organ on a daily basis, so all she could taste now was the natural flavor of his own leathery skin. When it came down to licking the bull’s shaft, having been cleansed by water, it was no more unpleasant performing oral on a stallion’s dick. She almost enjoyed licking at the thick, currently flaccid chunk of meat, as she let herself be drawn in by the erotic aspects of having a cock of this size right in front of one’s own eyes.

As the cock began forming solidity from the stimulation it was receiving, Scylla took hold of it with her hands, using the thick rod as leverage as she pulled it downwards and herself upwards. The buoyancy of the water allowed her to place her face in front of the head of the bull cock, the part of her master that painfully penetrated her pussy, guiding in the rest of Rubric’s girth to stuff the passage to her deepest depth full, allowing no space for his sperm to escape as it filled her beyond what should have been capacity.

Knowing that it was the only path to the life she was now aiming for, the kelpie opened her mouth wide, pushing her own head forward to meet the massive male’s meat rod to her lips. She pressed her face against Rubric’s dick the best she could, getting as much of it inside her mouth as she thought the space would allow. The head alone was so large that she had to stretch her jaw open to near limits to avoid hitting it with her teeth, but she managed to get it past the gums with careful navigation of her master’s most precious body part.

With the bull’s cock inside, she began sucking on it, her skills at the task having been greatly increased during her time at The Society. While it wasn’t as simple as deepthroating a stallion’s penis, the motions were all the same. Using her lips, she sealed the space between her flesh and her master’s, and created a vacuum within her orifice by removing the air, or in this case the water, that filled her muzzle. Of course, she knew that sucking with all one’s might was not enough to provide the most pleasurable experience for the minotaur, so her tongue joined in by moving around, sliding across whatever parts it could reach, alternating between light grazes and firm presses, doing whatever it could to bring satisfaction to the minotaur.

It was all going very well in Scylla’s mind, until she felt a splash in the water, and the feeling of a large hand landing on the back of her head. It was obviously Rubric’s hand finding rest on the back half of her skull, but Scylla had sucked off enough stallions to know what that gesture implied. It meant that the minotaur was ready to go further, and would take the blow job to its next phase, to send the cock down her throat to let it finish the job. At first she felt that it was just the natural progression of this sort of interaction, but it quickly dawned on her that she hadn’t taken any of the drugs usually given to her that allowed her to accommodate the massive size of a minotaur cock. She had never taken Rubric down her throat before, even with the medication. And without it, the process might have been impossible.

Well… impossible was not the right word. It was totally possible that Rubric, with all his strength, could force himself all the way down to her stomach. The results of doing so, without her body having the elastic qualities gifted to her by the minotaur breeding drugs, would not be pleasant. Tearing would be a given, at the very least, and it would more likely be worse than that. It was very likely that such a thing could even be fatal, depending on how harshly Rubric decided to pound her throat.

With those thoughts coming to her, Scylla froze, realizing that her fate was now in Rubric’s powerful hand. She could struggle, but no doubt that would be seen as her renigging on the agreement they came to, and Rubric could easily overpower her and force the action if she tried to avoid it. If Rubric wanted to be in her throat, he would end up there. All Scylla could do was wait for it to happen.

Surprisingly, that initial push into a world of pure suffering never came, no matter how long Scylla remained tensed up. Instead, the minotaur just gave her head a firm rub through her mane. He was petting her, and nothing more. Of course, he wasn’t being gentle about it, but that was from his strength being too great for him to do it any lighter. Upon noticing this, Scylla relaxed, and went back to work, relieved that he had decided to let her go at her own pace for this. His lenience was a blessing, one she would have never expected from the brute minotaur.

From there, Scylla picked up her pace, slurping hard on her master’s shaft, pushing it as far back as it would go without entering her esophagus, and giving it all the attention she could manage with her tongue. Scylla managed to do this for an incredibly long time, bobbing her head up and down, sliding the head of the dick in and out of her muzzle, never needing to remove it completely for a breath, since her gills allowed her to breathe while performing her extended fellatio. On occasion the stiff rob would show its approval for her actions by tensing up, which caused it to flick a few times into the roof of her mouth, hitting with the force of a light punch, but Scylla didn’t care at this point. Such light punishment was nothing compared to what could have happened, and she could see now that she had to look at the bright side of this situation.

After a few more ‘punches’ of that nature, it became time that the minotaur received the end of his service from his slave, and one final spasm came from his bullhood as warning that his climax was emanated. Sensing its arrival, Scylla made a quick choice, and gave the dick one final trip to the back of her muzzle. As a show of her absolute submission, she would drink her master’s seed straight from the tap, an act of dedication she hoped he would appreciate.

The moment his tip pressed slightly into the passage, it released a flood of jism, which the aquatic mare immediately went to gulping down as quickly as she could. She wasn’t certain that she could get every bit of it, as minotaur seemed to cum literal buckets full at a time, but she would try her best to swallow as much of the sticky fluid as she could stomach. It didn’t take long for her to see what a daunting task she had placed on herself, made only harder by all the food she ate earlier. Her stomach, already near capacity, couldn’t handle the volume of fluids the kelpie was trying to swallow, and the sperm made its way back up the pipe leading to it just on the merit that it couldn’t contain anything more.

Not expecting such a reaction, Scylla continued to try and drink, but once her insides became flooded, she ended up forcing the cum down her windpipe instead on accident. Fortunately for her, much of it was expelled out of her gills, so none of the thick fluid made it to her lungs. Unfortunately, this caused them to get gunked up with semen, making them incapable of filtering oxygen. This was the last straw, as the kelpie found herself for the first time drowning. She pulled the dick away from her mouth, and pushed against the hand on her head to breach the water. The minotaur, seeing the kelpie in distress, released her, allowing her to surface, as she coughed, sputtered, and gasped for air.

“Are you okay?” Rubric said, showing as much concern as he could while staying seated in his spot.

Scylla spent nearly a minute coughing cum out from her throat, directly into the pool, but found herself able to take breaths in between. It was getting to a point that Rubric was starting to become actually concerned, but was relieved when his slave finally said, “I’m fine. I just…”. She didn’t finish her sentence though, instead just taking a few more deep breaths and coughing out what bits of minotaur spunk remained in her air passage, then dipping her neckline underneath the water to clean out any that still clogged her fleshy water filters.

Having made sure that the mother of his future child was safe, Rubric relaxed, gave a laugh, and reached forward to pull Scylla up to him. “I’ve heard of an angry dragon before, but I think that’s the first time anyone’s seen an angry leviathan.”

Scylla grumbled, getting his sex joke, having heard of what an ‘angry dragon’ meant from one of her erotic novels. She didn’t find it all that funny, having been choked by the bull’s cum, but she could only be so mad at her master for something she caused herself.

It took a bit for Rubric to settle down, but when he did, he told the girl held in his arm, “Ok, I think for now that proves your dedication. We can try this relationship plan of yours, talk out some sort of agreement, and so long as you do everything I demand of you in it, we’ll see if we can’ make your motherhood more pleasant.”

With that, Scylla had essentially confirmed that she would be able to create some form of life for herself that wasn’t complete suffering. For as twisted as it was, by conceding to her rapist, she had gained a lot of ground. It cost her every bit of her freedom, dignity, and the life she once had, but that was going to be taken from her one way or another. Defeatist as it might have been, it was better to give those things away in exchange for some perks, than to have it stripped away for nothing.

“Then if you accept my idea,” Scylla said, having cleared her gills of cow spunk, “I’d like to make a suggestion.”

“Already trying to get the upper hand, are you?” Rubric said, wary about what the kelpie would try to get from him.

Scylla climbed up the minotaur’s body, and whispered into his ear. As she started talking, the bull shifted his expression from mildly apprehensive, to neutral, before going wide eyed at what Scylla had asked for.

“Do you know how much that would cost me?” he said, thrown for a loop at Scylla’s request.

“But you already said that if I wanted an assistant for any projects I’d have, then you’d get me one.” Scylla replied, acting innocently as she did what she could to make her wish a reality, “You are a successful slaver, right? You should have enough money, right?”

Rubric took a moment to think it over, estimating how much he actually had compared to the price of Scylla’s request. It was not enough to break his bank account, but he would have to cut back on his own comforts.

“Fine,” he conceded, “But understand that I’ll be your assistant’s master too. That means that I’ll get to use them as well.”

Scylla gave a nod to the ground rules her master had presented, “You’re the master. What you say goes, for the rest of my life.”

Rubric gave one final huff, and pulled his breeding slave into a one armed embrace, “You are the biggest investment I’ve ever made, you know that?”

For some reason, those words comforted Scylla. While there was nothing reassuring, kind, or romantic in them by themselves, there was a hidden meaning to them if one wanted to read between the lines. The minotaur might have viewed Scylla as merely property, another slave to add to his collection of females, but Rubric had put more into her than anything else. One does not waste energy on things they are not obligated to do, unless they enjoy and appreciate it. If Scylla was right about the cultural differences the minotaur held, this might have been as close as one would ever get to saying ‘I love you’.

“And that’s what happened today,” Scylla said, sitting on the mattress of a bed in a small room.

After the talk, the kelpie spent more time swimming around the pool, enjoying herself, before being delivered to a room Schorl had set up for her to stay when not performing her duties. It was a nice room, if sparsely furnished, having only a modest sized bed, bathroom, and even a nightstand that held a few sex toys inside to keep the kelpie occupied, which she didn’t use for a particular reason.

It also held a large birdcage hanging from the ceiling, one big enough to cramptly hold a pegasus, which it currently was. From the moment Scylla got this room, she had shared it with an unusual roommate; her own father.

From what Scylla was told, Schorl had made Pathfinder an offer of some sort that led to them having a room they could share with one another, keeping them out of the slave kennels, but if came with some caveats. Firstly, the pegasus was to remain caged while in the room, as he was not trusted enough to not try some fruitless plan of escape for reasons no one would explain to Scylla. Secondly, he had to wear a gag that completely covered his muzzle, which was paddle to such a degree that he couldn’t speak through it. Schorl said this was because she felt Path would be a bad influence on Scylla, as he was not as far along in his training as she was, and might try to fill her head with foolish ideas of freedom. Thirdly, for whatever reason, the crystal mare had her father dressed in girl’s clothing, consisting of his slave collar, a tank top cut at the waist to expose his stomach, a skirt so mini that a pony could see almost everything a skirt is designed to conceal, and absolutely nothing else.

Scylla could tell that her father was humiliated being seen like that, and it was slightly awkward for Scylla to see her father looking more like a sister. She was even a little jealous, cause Pathfinder was a very pretty mare with the way he was gussied up. Schorl sure knew how to make this arrangement as uncomfortable, but Scylla was still glad her father was around so she could have someone to talk to. Path didn’t always enjoy the topics she spoke of, with what little there was to chat about within the Society’s facility, but he was happy to know that Scylla was at least safe.

“Dad…” Scylla said, having brought up before how she reached an agreement with her minotaur master, “I think I’m really gonna do it. It might not be the life I thought I wanted, but if I have no other choice, then I think I want to stop fighting the Society and be my master’s slave.”

Path’s brow furrowed, and he silently shook his head.

“I know,” Scylla replied, “Everything I knew before we came here tells me I shouldn’t, but Rubric is actually kinda nice when you get to know him. Maybe you should talk to him sometime.”

Pathfinder really disliked that, giving an angry snort out the small opening in his muzzle that allowed him to breath through his nostrils. Scylla figured that would be his reaction, and rightfully so, but she was dead set on trying to make this work somehow for herself, since she was given no options except to be the wife of a minotaur.

Having been through a long, if relaxing, day, the kelpie could feel her stamina drain and fatigue set in. She gave a loud yawn, her body telling her she was at her limit. “I’ll talk to you more about it in the morning. I think Lady Tourmaline is still making me work a few more days before she puts me on training only, so I had better get some sleep.”

Scylla laid down on her bed, turning her front to the wall to face away from Path, who reluctantly curled up in his cage to go to be himself. As she did though, she tossed her arm over a large object that had been already laying in her bed. Object was a poor term though, as what was in her bed was a creature, another slave, one that she had suggested to her master to acquire, that being the dragon she spoke to in the pool room.

Scylla enjoyed the company of the dragon, and thought that having a dragon assistant would be neat. How many ponies could say that they had a dragon to do day to day tasks? She also liked the idea of doing… other things with the dragon, seeing as Mina showed interest in sex with ponies, and Scylla wasn’t opposed to screwing a dragon either. Her only concern earlier was Mina not consenting, which the dragon had long since dismissed as a possibility. So before she left the pool, she asked Rubric to have Mina delivered to her room that night, so she could have some fun with her. The minotaur accepted the request, paid for full ownership of Mina, and had her bound and delivered to Scylla’s bed as the kelpie had one final swim around the pool.

Now Mina was Scylla’s, to do with as she wished, and that night she was going to… do nothing. She couldn’t very well have sex right in front of her father, that would be far too uncomfortable for both him and her. She could tease the girl though, which delighted Scylla in its own way. So with her naked body snuggling up to the dragon, who had her legs and arms bound with thick straps that kept the pairs of limbs connected to their counterparts, the kelpie made efforts to go to sleep.

For Mina though, there was no way she would be able to do the same. She was finding it insanely difficult not to squirm and squeal, put into a position she had only fantasized of prior. She was laying there, with a pony, a very unique one at that, using her body as a pillow. For a pony fanatic like herself, it was impossible to sleep when she was living her dream. The only thing that could make this night any better was if the kelpie would actually use her body, but that would have to wait for another time. For now, Mina would have to settle for receiving the affectionate touch of her new, adorable pony mistress.

Author's Note

Hey everyone. Been a while since I updated, and wanted to do one of my faux introspective post chapter bits. But first, I would like to point out today's MLP cameo, Mina The Dragon from the MLP comic series.

Now that that's out of the way, let's get to the topic of the day, which spinning my wheel of horrible things to discuss, I got... RAPE CULTURE. You know, that idea that our social norms are endorsing sexual abuse, or some nonsense like that. Well... I suppose one could see that as being a thing in our everyday lives if they only live in the internet. I mean look at me, here typing out story after story of people being sexually violated over and over again. I would argue though that these stories are only fantasy, and intentionally made to show scenarios that NORMAL people would probably not enjoy, seeing as I would in no way classify myself as normal.

However, I would also argue that the notion of "rape culture" is a bunch of bollocks. We all know the chorus to this song by now. That that the things in rape fiction, or in things like hentai animations, are seldom actually endorsed by those who watch it, that people just like it cause it's kinky stuff that spices up sexual fantasy, yatta yatta, all those things that people would actually know if they did 10 minutes of research in the topic.

So instead of talking about silly stuff like that, I want to discuss the idea of an actual culture of rape, or... what if there was a civilization where rape was the only means they could reproduce. Of course, I am touching upon the topic of the minotaur species presented in this story. They are, in a literal sense, a "rape culture", as females (and males) simply don't want to put themselves through the physical pain that would come with trying to stuff 2+feet of cow cock in their sex holes. For these creatures, if not for the sake of them capturing creatures and forcing themselves upon others, they would be extinct within a generation. So this brings up a question: Let's say that the minotaur have similar moral standards to us. That they believe raping another creature is just inherently wrong. What do they do? One might say that they should find alternative methods of breeding, but lets say isn't possible. Is the only moral answer that they let themselves die out? Is extinction of a species even a moral option to begin with? Is preservation of one's species something to be perused, no matter what?

Perhaps at that point, where the minotaur have no "good" options, they just have to do what they see as best for themselves, which is what most people do anyways, morals be damned. One could even make the argument that it is other species that have the moral low ground in this situation, because they would be willing to let the minotaur die out, simply because they don't want to suffer for the benefit of civilization/species outside of their own.

Then again, what about the dragons (at least how they are depicted in this chapter). Based off of some ideas presented in MLP canon, it would not be a stretch to believe that Dragons go through some sort of mating habit based on rape/enslavement of weaker creatures, mostly other dragons that live in the dragon lands. Smolder said it herself, dragons love to dominate weaker creatures, and the eggs from the hatchery episode didn't really look like they came from a full sized dragon XD. But in a culture where "rape" is the way creatures mate, wouldn't normalizing it be seen as a necessary evil, if even an evil in the first place? I suppose what I'm thinking here is that if "rape culture" were really a thing, it would be so common place that no one would call it out as "rape culture", as it would just be how things are. One does not question spanking a child in a culture where that is seen as the only form of correcting a child, so in a way having enough agency to point out the notion of "rape culture" sort of cancels the very premise out to begin with, at least in my mind.

Of course, we as human beings don't (and shouldn't) base our every action on some notion of moral standards, since everyone's morals are different. So long as you aren't a complete monster IRL, it's probably fine to read a story where some guy or girl is dragged into a dark room to have their bodies defiled by some other party's sex organs. It's not gonna make you into a rapist to be into some dark fantasy, and those who worry about that shit all the time most likely have too much free time on their hands, or are trying to deflect their own perversions by demonizing someone else. Damned people and their morality fetishes.

Anywho, that's enough rambling from me. Hope you all liked the chapter, and have a nice day. ^_^