Equestria Trainers' Society: Fish Out of Water

Not long after being given the basic explanation of what Schorl and Rubric had planned for him, Pathfinder was relocated to another room within the facility. This room was one that he had never entered prior to this moment, and while the room was not as spectacular as many others The Society had to offer, he could tell there was a great deal of importance to it.

The room itself was built to be perfectly circular, with lights on the ceiling that went along the wall to trace it all the way around. In the center of the round room was an equally round table, the surface of which went up to Path’s pectorals as he sat in one of the many chairs it had. Its size made the pegasus feel small when compared to the minotaur sitting directly across from him, to whom the table only came up to his stomach while seated.

The two were not the only ones in the room, as the crystal unicorn had followed along to fulfill her purpose in what was about to come, along with three others who had been brought along to fulfill some role in the events to come, being Schorl’s strangely scaled secretary pony, Li Min, the Society’s own staff slave doctor, Xenia, and another random doe who was acting as Xenia’s aid, as the two cervids prepped several tools of their medical trade.

Path’s eyes shifted frequently between the two deer, the crystal mare and her secretary, and the bull who wanted to claim the pegasus’ will as his to command. It had been several minutes since they arrived, with the two more villainous creatures saying nary a word, only opening their mouths to silence Path every time he would try to initiate conversation, leaving only the sounds of the deer working as an ambiance. It was a clear intimidation tactic, but Path was at a point where such actions were not needed. With his daughter’s future in jeopardy, his compliance was assured. Schorl, sensing the decline of Pathfinder’s will to resist, picked up a small file that had been laying on the table, and spoke.

“To answer your most probable question first,” she began, “This is one of the Society’s conference rooms. It is places like this where our members get together and make deals as equals, over matters of both business and pleasure.”

With that said, Schorl opened up the file in her hands, rooting through it in search of something.

“This here is your file, which has held within it all the information relevant to you. Things such as your special talent, your likes and dislikes, how you’ve been modified to serve a potential owner, and rankings for your skills in things said owner might want you to do. It also has… this.”

Schorl pulled out a single piece of paper and gestured to Li Min to come to her. The scaled mare did what she was non-verbally instructed, retrieving the paper to immediately deliver it to Pathfinder on the other side of the table. When offered the sheet, Path took it and looked it over, seeing a bunch of legal jargon that he couldn’t possibly understand.

“Do you recognize that document?” Schorl asked with a devious grin across her face.

“I do,” Path said, seeing his name signed at the bottom in his handwriting, and giving a slight glance to the mare of understanding to the mare standing aside him, who had warned him this moment would come, “It’s the contract your secretary had me sign when I first got here. The one that said that I was signing my and Scylla’s freedom away.”

“That’s correct,” Schorl said, “It was amazing that you actually signed that, but I suppose you felt you had no other choice at the time. Anyways, feel free to tear that up now, if you wish.”

Path gave Schorl a curious look, “Why?”

“Because that contract is basically worthless,” Schorl said, as if she was explaining something Pathfinder didn’t already know, “Little more than a test to see if I could get you to put your name down on some silly slip of paper.”

Seeing that Schorl had no reason to trick him at this point, Path ripped the contract in half with some small sense of satisfaction.

“Great, now that we can consider that bit of trash to be ‘null and void’, we can move onto what we are really here for,” Schorl snapped her fingers, and Mi Jin made her way back to her. The mare pulled out what looked like a stack of papers from Path’s file, and handed it to her secretary, who then returned once more to Path to hand it over to the pegasus.

With the papers in hand, Pathfinder could see they were bound together with metal rings to form a booklet. Filling through the pages, he could see it was more legal nonsense, talking about surrendering of will, ‘master’s rights’, duties of enslavement, removal of masculinity, and many other things that referenced his obligations and intended role as Rubric’s slave, from what he was able to glean at from the sea of words.

As he continued going through the pages, becoming more and more amazed at the sheer number of sheets full of words the book contained, Schorl spoke up again. “We will now begin the ‘Crystal Heart Ritual’.”

Path paused his flipping through the pages, his attention fully on the crystal mare. This was the moment that would probably change the rest of his life for the worse, and he wanted to know exactly what this would entail.

“As discussed before, the ritual requires you to submit your will to another, by accepting that they have power over you. This requires an act of submission from you, done willingly, even if under duress. The act doesn’t have to be specific, and I even prefer that each pony’s ritual be something unique and significant to the pony in question. In this case, I’m going to have you sign yourself away again, but this time literally.”

“Tell me,” Path said, as if to act upon his will one last time before it was removed, “If I give up my will, will I even be myself anymore?”

Schorl gave a light exhale from her throat, as if she found the stallion’s words humorous, but had enough respect for his position to stifle her laughter. “I suppose that is a valid question for anypony in your position. When I say that we will be taking your will, it is not like we will be taking your personality along with it. You will still have your sense of agency, and your morality. At best, this will give Rubric the ability to directly control your actions without resistance, should he feel the need arise. It can force you to feel a certain way, but from what I’ve seen, making somepony feel emotions they normally wouldn’t lead to them being internally conflicted, as they know when they should be feeling certain emotions or not. Really, its best use is to limit what you can do, while also having you do things you normally wouldn’t without having to deal with protest.”

“And with it, I will make sure you don’t do anything to try and convince my slave to betray me or try to escape her fate,” Rubric stated, finally speaking up, “You can have all objections against my actions that you want, but you will never act on them or vocalize your objections aloud. You will serve me as a slave, and watch as I use your daughter to birth my children.”

Rubric painted a very dismal picture of what was to become of the pegasus, but Pathfinder did find some comfort in knowing he would still be himself once this was over, still able to think as he pleased, even if he would have to keep those thoughts to himself. In some way, that gave him hope, that someday he might find some workaround for what was about to be done to him.

“With that out of the way,” Schorl said, as she slid a pen across the table to Pathfinder, “It is time we begin. In order for us to complete the ritual, you need to go through that entire book, and sign on every blank line that you find. There are roughly fifty-seven in total, which is rather small for a document meant to have sign over everything that is you, but we tried to make things as concise as possible. As you might expect, this is in no way a ‘legally binding’ document, but it does help to have some level of formality.”

Path pointed his eyes to the booklet, taking the pen in hand. There was an odd sense of determination in him, as he started to sign on every blank line he saw from front to back, as while he was giving up his very will, he was leaving open some opportunities for his future. It started with a line that said ‘I, Pathfinder, being of sound mind and body, surrender the entirety of my will to my master, Rubric’, with Rubric’s name signed in large, bold letters on a dotted line. Seemed like the minotaur had to go through the process too, which was probably something Schorl had come up with to make the event more personal. Path couldn’t help but briefly smirk, believing that such a task would have been bothersome to a creature like him.

“Keep going,” Schorl said, noticing Path pause, “And don’t do anything cute like skip a blank space. Your compliance and the success of the ritual is what determines if you get to leave with your daughter.”

Path’s smirk faded, and he got back to work, spying Schorl’s horn starting to glow. She had begun casting her spell, the one that would seal his fate. Still, Path pressed on, worried, but unhindered. He came across the next space and signed, the section stating ‘By signing this, Pathfinder gives ownership of his body and mind to Rubric, to shape as he sees fit”. There was no smirk to be had this time, as Path could feel the crystal mare doing her work, using her magic to start pulling something out of him, if ever so gradually.

A few more pages flipped, and Path found the next line, which was a portion stating that he agreed to any kind of restrictive device or article of bondage gear being used on him. The pegasus signed the line in agony, as each letter felt like another centimeter of give on whatever Schorl was tugging at with her horn, presumably his very sense of will. From that point on he chose to not even read the lines, flipping through the pages with a pause between each turn to make sure that he wasn’t missing anything.

Of course, his speed did nothing to stop the feeling welling up inside his body, as the more he wrote down his name, the more it felt like that part of him being pulled at was jiggling loose. Eventually, even writing down the first letter of his name was turning into an unbearable act of attrition. Every part of him was rejecting the process, and some part of him was even beginning to think that even for Scylla’s sake, this wasn’t worth it.

“How far along is he, Li Min?” Schorl asked, unable to see Path’s progress from across the table.

The dragonish pony looked over Path’s shoulder, “He is at the point where he agrees to allow Master Rubric to insert any and all objects he desires into his rear.”

“You all are sick…” Path said in misery, his mouth feeling dry, and a painful pit forming in his chest, “Do you know how much this hurts?”

“To be fair,” said Schorl, “We usually pull out a creature’s will in one single, momentary instance of pure anguish, but Master Rubric wanted you to show your dedication to your daughter.”

Rubric nodded, “I want to see how much you are willing to endure for her, and if you’re even willing to go through with giving yourself to me. If I allowed this to be a simple moment, then it would prove nothing about your resolve.”

“You... dick...” Path said, struggling to speak words as much as he was writing them down, placing another signature in a section about giving up all rights to breed without permission from his master.

Rubric huffed, but said nothing to rebut Path’s name calling. The minotaur only sat and watched with his arms crossed, as the pegasus was forced to continue signing space after space in the contract. As Pathfinder got to a section waiving all rights to privacy, his vision started to blur. Things were going beyond physical pain now, and the pegasus could swear that cracks were beginning to form on his very soul. That wasn’t too far from the truth, seeing that Schorl’s magic was breaking off a piece of him, but while he was not a stallion of great fortitude, his desire for Scylla’s safety granted him the strength to get through to the final page.

“He is almost finished, Lady Tourmaline,” Li Min announced, watching over his progress, “He just needs to finalize the contract.”

“Well, Mr. Finder,” Schorl said, her horn at full glow, “This is your last chance to back out. The moment you put your name down on that last line, your will belongs to master Rubric.”

“Yes,” Rubric said, speaking sternly, as to make sure that Pathfinder knew what was about to happen, “This is your last opportunity to defy me, and remain a proud stallion. Once you put your name down, that will be it. You will lose everything you ever held dear to me.”

“Are you trying to get him to back out?” Schorl said, bemused, “Don’t tell me that you’ve gained some form of sympathy for him.”

Path gritted his teeth so strongly he thought that he’d crack a molar. The minotaur and the crystal pony were taunting him. Simple reverse psychology, or at least that’s how it seemed, but Pathfinder could see the real game behind it all. It didn’t matter if Path completed the ritual or not, either result would be a defeat for him. Failing to finish, after all he endured, would be a blow so devastating that he could never recover, and possessing his will wouldn’t matter because it would be completely crushed from the loss of a cherished loved one.

He had to proceed, but it was becoming an issue that he might not even be able to finish, even if he wanted to. Every part of him was screaming at him to stop, and doing everything it could to prevent him from finishing. It was pure irony that in order to surrender his will, Pathfinder had to use as much of it as he could muster just to do something as simple as put his name down on a blank space.

But with a final push, the pegasus forced his hand to sign, quickly jotting it down through muscle memory, figuring the only way to complete his task was with haste and without thought. With that final act, the piece that Path had felt being pulled at inside him finally snapped off, and in the duration of a second Path felt more pain than he ever thought possible, followed by immediate relief as everything he felt subsided. The shift was a bit too much to take in all at once, and he felt his body give up, collapsing forward, the pen in his hand falling out of his now weak grasp and onto the floor.

His instincts told him to pass out, an understandable response after all he had gone through, but the pegasus managed to keep his eyes open long enough for some of the focus to return in his ever dimming vision. The last thing he saw was a small, heart-shaped crystal floating across the conference table, Schorl levitating it to her with her magic. That was it, the now physical embodiment of his will, floating away from him as if in metaphor for what had happened to him. Schorl had the crystal come to her, but never touched it once, only observing it for a moment before presenting it to Rubric, who took possession of the item at the first opportunity.

With the crystal now in hand, he looked to his other new possession, the pony the crystal was forged from. He displayed no hint of satisfaction, holding his stern expression as he watched Pathfinder struggle to stay conscious. Then, the bull uttered a single word, “Sleep”.

With the word spoken, Path’s entire being recognized it as a direct command, and one that had to be obeyed. His eyes grew so heavy that what should have been a blink turned to complete darkness, and all thoughts of his current situation faded into the void. There was no resistance, no means to attempt to stave off the order, as the bull now had full control over the pegasus, to the point that his every command was something Path had to fulfill at all cost.

As Pathfinder slumbered, his world was little more than darkness. For some reason, he could not form any dreams in this forced sleep, this state he was now in not truly being rest, but a subduing of his senses so that he could simulate accurately enough to obey the command he was given.

Thus, Path could still sense the world around him, just in a greatly muted definition. He felt hands running all across his body, both the large and powerful hands of his minotaur master, and the smaller hands of either the deer or those of the crystal mare, the latter he could not really discern. Then there were the words, none of which he could truly make out, but still seemed to echo in the recesses of his mind. Deep down he could tell those who had been in the room were talking to one another, most likely about him, but every so often it felt more like the words were meant for him, as when he heard Rubric say something, he could make out those phases just a little more clearly.

They were all instructions, of one form or another, though the moment they were said, Pathfinder found it impossible for him to recall what he had been told, yet somehow at the same time he was aware that those words would never leave him. It was the strangest sensation, like one part of him was desperate to ignore what was being said completely, while another part of him was listening with the utmost attention. With each new sentence that he heard, a heavy weight was placed upon the stallion, making his normally light pegasus body feel like it was chained down with rocks, the burden becoming greater and more restrictive by the minute. He believed that his body was being bound for whatever the minotaur had planned next for him, but there was no need for any physical binds from this point on, not when his very soul was now in eternal bondage.

“Wake up.” he heard, in Rubric’s gruff, bovine voice.

Path’s eyes shot open, the endless darkness he was surrounded in vanishing in a flash as his rest brought to an abrupt end. He felt groggy, like he hadn’t truly rested at all, but he couldn’t muster up the will to just roll over in his bed and go back to sleep.

That’s when his surroundings hit him. He was indeed in a bed, lying comfortably on a mattress, set atop its beddings. After establishing that, Path looked around and saw he was in a room, much like the one he had spent the night prior in with the three other stallions. It very well could have been that room, but it could have also been one of the many identical rooms that existed in the Society’s building. Honestly, where he was didn’t matter as much as where he wasn’t, and where he wasn’t was in the conference room he had passed out in. He had been moved, and if he had been moved without him knowing, then any number of other things could have happened in his sleep too.

This thought had the stallion checking himself to see if something had been done to him in his sleep, and his paranoia turned out to be entirely rational, as upon observation of his body he found that he had been dressed up in one of the maid outfits Society slaves would occasionally be dressed in to serve the members, which he had himself been forced to wear frequently.

“As you can see, Master Rubric,” spoke a voice from just beyond Pathfinder’s peripheral vision, it being that of the Society’s head mistress. She and Rubric had taken up seats in the corner of the room, the minotaur silently observing his newest possession as the crystal mare took in the completed form of one of her many projects with satisfaction, “Any command you give will work, so long as Mr. Finder can hear them. Even if he is asleep, your word is law to him.”

“Yes, yes, you already explained the terms of this enchantment,” Rubric said, “And if I didn’t believe you before I wouldn’t have spent all that time with you to get him ready.”

“Ready?” Path asked, rubbing his eyes while he tried to piece together what was going on, disorientated with the change of appearance and location.

“Why yes,” Schorl said, with a bit of glee popping up from her usually subdued mannerisms, “We have taken a bit of time out of our busy schedules to make sure that you are all set for your new life as a minotaur slave stallion.”

“You’ve been asleep for a long time,” Rubric added, being more direct than the mare, “Two days to be exact.”

Two days? Path thought to himself, as it didn’t feel like two days to him. Then again, the amount of time he was in the black void of his mind all seemed to blur together now that he was awake, as more and more of the events in his sleep seemed to slip away from his recollection.

“During that time, Schorl gave me a set of commands to give you, which I had to say in full, to get the results I wanted for you in the future.”

“Think of it as an express pace training,” Schorl said, “Now that Rubric controls your will, it’s much easier to give you the proper mental boundaries that a slave should have. All it took was a bit of programming, to make sure you never stray from your intended path.” Having heard aloud what she had said, the crystal mare chuckled, “Congratulations, you have finally found the path you’ve been seeking all this time.”

“That’s enough,” Rubric said, not appreciating Schorl’s mocking sense of humor, “If your services have come to an end, I would like to make use of my new servant in private.”

“Of course,” Schorl said, getting up from her seat, “I’ll just excuse myself then.”

The mare made her way to the door, and with a final sly glance to Pathfinder, left the room. It was now just Rubric and Path, which brought fear into Path’s heart, as the minotaur made his intentions clear. It seemed like whatever Rubric and Schorl had done to him, he still didn’t truly like the idea of having sex with other men, at least not ones as large as the bull.

With the crystal mare gone, Rubric took a moment to sit in contemplation of the stallion laying in the bed in front of him, wondering what he should do first. It was at this time, as Path looked back at the bovine with dread, that he noticed that Rubric was now wearing what looked to be a necklace, which was the only other thing he wore besides his leather crafted loincloth. Not long after that, he realized that the necklace was actually a simple chain around his neck, and hanging off one of its links was his crystal heart, placed within a heart shaped container made of glass and a gold casing. It dangled at the height of Rubric’s chest, between the massive male’s pectorals. The sight of it filled Path with a sense of longing, a sensation of wanting to be back together with the part of him that had been removed, but while he felt like he should reach out and touch it, something else demanded that he stay his hand.

Before long, the minotaur made his decision as to what his first move should be, and with that choice made, he spoke, “Before we begin, I want to make one thing perfectly clear between you and I. While I have some appreciation for what you have done for the sake of Scylla, I do not in the slightest respect you or the position you are in.” The bull spoke bluntly, wanting to convey his complete lack of sympathy as brutally as possible. “In my eyes, you are a failed male.”

“Yes master,” Pathfinder replied, lowering his head in shame.

It wasn’t the response that he thought he’d give, which should have been an indignant rebuttal to the idea that he had in anyway failed by sacrificing a piece of himself so he could watch over his child, but his reaction to Rubric was practically instinctive, while also being completely alien to how he should have reacted.

“And as a failed male, you no longer have the right to any of the privileges or pleasures that come with being male.” the bull said, standing up from his hooves. Going over to the bed, he took the pegasus by the arm, and dragged him off it and away from the comfort it provided.

Path did little to resist, something inside him telling him to keep deferring to Rubric’s wishes. All he could do was allow himself to be led, and once they reached the bull’s destination, Pathfinder found himself placed in front of a large dresser holding a vanity mirror. Being placed before the reflective surface, Path could finally see everything that had been done to him physically during his sleep.

What stood on the other side of the mirror was not a depiction of a stallion, but a demure pegasus maid mare. As he already knew, he had been put into a maid’s uniform, which by itself would have made him look female with his fairer physical aspects, but he had received more than a set of clothing. His hair had been styled into the form of a large braid that draped down over his shoulder, laying across his chest, and a delicate amount of makeup covered his face to make it appear more girlish. His slave collar, which was the next thing he noticed after his face, was no longer a standard leather collar, but a pink one made of latex, decorated with a brass leash loop in the shape of a heart.

He could also tell that his coat had been thoroughly cleaned in his sleep, and his nails had been given a manicure. Also, something had been done to make his eyelashes look longer, probably using mascara. All in all, Path looked incredible, and would catch the eye of many a pony, but he didn’t in the least resemble a stallion anymore.

As he looked at himself with both awe and resentment of his new appearance, a pair of large, bovine hands came down onto his shoulders, making him jump, and instinctively his wings opened up. This was another change to his body, as the avian appendages had been bound up tightly from the moment he was enslaved. Apparently those binds were not needed anymore, and Path could assume without testing that part of his programming was that he couldn’t use his wings to fly, at least not without being given prior permission. That was a minor concern though, as the real matter at hand was the minotaur behind him.

“Do you like what I’ve done with you?” Rubric asked, giving Path’s shoulders a firm rub, “Had I seen you like this sooner, I would have bought you up instantly under the assumption that you were a mare.”

“Tsk..” Path scoffed, trying to pull away, but finding it hard to put any real effort in his attempt.

“Resistant,” Rubric said, keeping his grip firm, “I do like it sometimes when my slaves don’t give in entirely to my will. Makes it all the more fun to take what I want from them.”

As he spoke, the bovine male slowly moved one hand up Path’s shoulder, placing his index finger on the stallion’s collar bone, while his thumb went behind the pony’s neck.

“If I wanted to, I could bend you over this dresser’s surface, and take you with zero effort.” Rubric stated, some level of pride in his declaration of rape.

“Then why don’t you?” Path retorted, wanting to come off as hostile and apprehensive, but only able to speak the words in a timid manner as he blushed uncontrollably.

The bovine smirked, and bent down a bit to put his head at the level of the pony. “Because I want you to want it.” Rubric said, moving his hand once again, this up Path’s throat, to grip him by the jaw.

With his mandible grasped, Path could do little to stop the bull as he sent a sloppy slurp across his face. He didn’t just have to endure the feeling of the cow tongue licking him on the cheek and up over his eye, but he had to watch the reflection of it in the vanity mirror as it happened. For the first time Path was aware, the bull’s expression changed from stoic to something more predatory, taking joy from the discomfort that he was inflicting on the femcolt he had at his mercy.

As Pathfinder took in how gross this all was, another sensation started to come to his senses. One that he hardly noticed at first, but after a few seconds it became clear what he was feeling, and when that happened, the stallion let out a loud yelp of pain.

“OW!” he yelled, his hands reactively grabbing for the front of his skirt. Something was poking at his privates, something pointy, going right into his flare.

“Looks like it’s started,” Rubric said, knowing much more about what was happening to Path than the pegasus did himself.

“W-What started?” Path questioned, his dick aching under his dress.

“Your punishment,” Rubric replied, “For getting aroused.” The bull could see that his stallion couldn’t understand what he meant, so we proceeded to say, “Go ahead and lift up your skirt, take a good look at your new jewelry.”

Pathfinder did as he was told, taking the front of his maid outfit in hand, lifting it slowly to reveal what was underneath. Rubric hadn’t seen fit to give the stallion any undergarments, panties or otherwise, so once the fabric was raised Pathfinder had an unobstructed view of his penis, and the cock cage that now encased it.

The metal device, made of what looked like polished silver, was one that Path had heard about from Anya in the past, but had never been used on him before, because Pathfinder wasn’t into denial or edging. Now there was one holding his erect cock so tightly, he wondered how anypony could enjoy such a thing. There was something a bit strange with this one though, besides the fact that its innards appeared to be lined with dull spikes that poked and aggravated his tender shaft, as the cage did nothing to actually prevent him from being fully erect, even if Pathfinder didn’t currently want to be.

“Curious about your accessory?” Rubric asked Path rhetorically, finding the stallion too distracted by his current predicament to reply, which the minotaur decided to make worse by reaching between the pegasus’ legs, and touching the bits of flesh not covered by the cage. “I’m sure by now you know what one of these is, but I’m sure you’ve never seen one quite like this.”

Path gave weak, helpless pants and groans in reply, his dick not cooperating with him at this moment. Despite the pain, and the touch of another male, it only seemed to swell even larger.

“You see, while I could make it so you could never become erect ever again, I am not threatened by your pathetic pony boner enough to do so.” Rubric said mockingly as he toyed with Path’s dick even more, “I actually encourage you to have one as often as possible, but I’ll never let you actually use it. That’s why I had the deer make this special cage for you. A cage that has a tip that can move outward if pushed against, and will retract with the deflation of your penis. I don’t exactly know how it works, but it will allow your dick all the room it needs, at the cost of frustration, discomfort, and an inability to get the release your tiny sex organ will desire.”

Pathfinder gulped, understanding that he was trapped in this device for as long as Rubric wished it, and that his body had been changed to be aroused by things it shouldn’t be. Maybe not his body, but his mind, as while he initially found Rubric’s touches gross, and still did to some degree, he was also finding it all to be sexy. It had to be part of his programming, but if that were the case, how deep did this change of perspective go?

“In case you’re worried, it’s not entirely impossible for you to get off now,” Rubric said, placing a finger at the very tip of the cock cage. Pathfinder could feel it as he did, and not just through the metal. He could feel a small bit of Rubic’s finger touching a small part of his dick. “You have a small hole here you can use to piss and cum, but you’ll find it very hard to do the latter through normal masturbation, with the cage making it so you can’t grip your dick.”

“Then… What do I do?” Path asked, foreseeing that he wouldn’t like the answer, but knowing that he would need a way to fix his arousal if he didn’t want to be in constant pain.

“What you do,” said Rubric, standing himself upright, “Is come to your master.”

The minotaur gave Path the gentlest push on the back that he could manage, which still sent the pegasus tumbling forward into the dresser, making him have to bend over the piece of furniture before he was able to catch himself. This was all Rubric needed, following up his shove with a lift of the back of his slave’s skirt, and a gripping of his rounded flank.

Pathfinder turned his head to look back at the minotaur, right before the sensation of a finger pressing into his anus traveled up his spine, causing the stallion to involuntarily let out gasp that slowly turned into a low moan. It was then that he discovered the last of his master’s gifts, a modified O-ring, with inflated size and immense sensitivity.

“I see this is working the way I requested,” Rubric said, toying with the swollen ring of flesh, pushing and prodding, but never penetrating.

Every movement, every bit of contact shot into Path’s brain, electrifying the synapses until he could hardly focus on anything else. The pretty pony maid reflected in the mirror in front of him was quickly reduced to a desperate, howling mess, failing at any attempt to resist the sensations overtaking his mind, and for a short period of time Path was so enveloped in the feelings flooding him that he forgot that the maid was actually him. It was only when Rubric removed himself from the entrance to his ass that some semblance of thought returned to Path, allowing him to recognize his own reflection panting from the intensity of light fingering.

“That will be a bit overwhelming for some time,” Rubric explained, “As you become more accustomed to the feeling. Until then, it will be agonizing, but suitable for our needs.”

“Our ne-EEP!” Path yelped, Rubric’s hand slapping down on his flank with an impact so strong that he could tell his rump was turning red under his brown fur.

“Silence,” the bull commanded, “And pay attention to what I’m about to tell you. Let nothing, even what you’re about to feel, distract you from my words.”

Path had wanted to say something, but he couldn’t make so much as a sound now that he had been told not to. He also found himself unable to do anything else but focus on the bull behind him, waiting eagerly for the minotaur to speak words that his ears now needed to hear. If the minotaur chose to remain quiet, as some cruel joke, Pathfinder would simply wait an eternity to hear him speak. Fortunately, that is not the game his master wished to play with his stallion.

“You should know, you are very lucky,” Rubric said, undoing the belt to his loincloth, letting the covering drop to the floor, before stepping out of its leg holes and kicking it over to the bed. The minotaur was now naked, his hand stroking his already semi-solid shaft into a full erection. “And not just because I am not as cruel as some of my brethren, but because we minotaur didn’t do what our leader wished to do with you lesser males.”

Bringing his shaft to full erection, Rubric paused his speech momentarily to use his cock for its intended purpose. With one hand, he spread one of Pathfinder’s ass cheeks aside, and with the other, he guided the head of his shaft to the center of the twitching flesh ring he had teased earlier.

With a steady push, the bull made his way inside Pathfinder’s ass, the entrance tight, but welcoming as it parted to make way for the enormous mass of beef. Path himself opened his mouth to scream as waves of pure, searing pain fell upon him, but he still couldn’t make a peep as his insides were casually invaded. The pegasus was in no real risk of bodily harm, the Society having trained him for this moment, and his modification allowing his intestines to accommodate the large mass now inside them, but that did little to prevent the agony he now had to endure.

What did help though, was when the minotaur started speaking again, having made it part way inside, but still maintaining his progress. “You see, there was a time when my kind believed there was no need to keep around the males of other races,” Rubric explained, his words forcefully pulling Path’s thoughts away from the pain. It was as if Path suddenly gained the immense will needed to ignore the majority of the tormenting pain he was going through, fixated only on the bull, as he had been instructed to do earlier. “After all, what need did we really fulfill by keeping you around? We minotaur are stronger than any of you weaker males, so using you for labor is often just for our own amusement, which can become dull fairly quick when the tasks we put you to can be done in seconds when we do it.”

Rubric pushed a little harder, now only a quarter of his length still remaining. Path felt every bit of it, but his focus still remained mostly on his master’s words than his actions.

“And we don’t need you around in order to breed more females,” Rubic continued, “Since we can make more females of your race just by breeding with them ourselves. When we claimed the Antlerteans’ kingdom as our own, our leader believed we should execute the stags, and had he gotten his way, that would have set the standard of what to do with the rest of the males of any species we conquered.”

Pathfinder’s iris shrunk to pinpoints, this reveal not being what he had expected at all. Rubric was openly telling him, as he was actively raping him, that had things been slightly different, he’d be dead instead of being a sex slave. With that being explained, it wasn’t hard to figure out what had changed to prevent that fate for him. Seeing as Path was incapable of speaking his revelation, Rubric carried on with his story.

“Fortunately for you, cooler heads prevailed against our leader’s idea, and instead of being put down, lesser males were to be used for personal pleasure.”

At the uttering of the word ‘pleasure’, Rubric gave a final thrust, and rooted himself to the hilt inside Pathfinder, his hips pressing firmly into the pieces of flesh and fat that formed the pegasus’ rump. Pathfinder gave a silent howl, spine arching as more sensations coursed through him, nearly breaking his compulsion to listen to the minotaur stuffing his backside, but falling short of that goal as though a barrier was making that feat an impossibility.

“Pleasure males are a very valued commodity in Minopolis,” Rubric said, rubbing Path on the flank, before sending his hand up the inside of the pegasus’ maid uniform, tracing his spine, “Unlike with females, they don’t have periods of pregnancy where they can’t be used. A minotaur could just surround himself with dozens of females and space them out, but that costs money to purchase them all, not to mention the upkeep of caring for them. Why go through all that, when you can have one or two failed males around to fulfill your needs when the women are fulfilling their duty?”

Rubric started moving his hips, being slow with his movements, holding back his strength in order to not break the limits of what even Path’s modified guts could withstand. Slow did not mean ‘soft’ though, and the stallion found the air being pushed out from his lungs with each thrust in, the space inside him not enough to occupy both the bull cock and the gaseous matter at the same time. It was hard for Path to take a breath like this, but this did not go unnoticed, and Rubric gave the simple order of ‘Breath’, causing Path to figure out quickly how to match his intake of air with Rubric pulling out, while having his exhales done manually by the minotaur with his each additional delve inside.

Rubric watched over Pathfinder until he felt the pony was not in any danger of suffocation, and then increased his pace slightly, before returning the topic on his mind, “The problem, of course, is getting males into their new roles. Making a male into a sex slave isn’t hard, as I’m sure you know first hand, no more difficult than making a female a breeder, but there is still the major problem of sex with a minotaur. We can’t help but hurt others when we fuck, as powerful and huge as we are. It goes more to just our size and strength though.”

Pathfinder winched as his ears hung on every word, the pain filling only being held at bay by them. Even with the minotaur increasing the power behind his thrusts incrementally, Path was able to ignore the brunt of it so long as Rubric kept talking, even though it had gotten to the point that each time the bull pushed his dick in, it nearly made Path’s face make contact with the mirror in front of him. Oddly though, with the pain stopped from rising high enough to pull Path’s attention away, it left room for another sensation to build, a distinct feeling of pleasure coming from the overly stimulated cavity of his rump. Just as with the pain, it was not allowed to distract the pegasus, and sat well below the level needed for that to happen, but it was something Path could notice and recognize as separate from the less enjoyable things he was feeling.

“It is believed by the minotaur that we have a curse placed on us.” Rubric said, coming to the point he had been trying to reach, “One that makes it so we always hurt those we have sex with. Doesn’t matter if they are something that should be able to take a hard fucking from a creature our size, it’s unavoidable. We don’t know where it comes from, but we do know that it becomes less intense for females who have given birth. Of course, males can’t give birth, so we had to come up with ways to make them want to fuck despite the pain, if only to make them content enough to not cause trouble. We experimented a lot with the Antlertean bucks, starting with drugs to block out the pain, and intense sexual training to turn them into nymphomaniacs and masochists who didn’t care about the pain. All of those methods don’t hold a candle to this, though.”

Keeping one hand on Path’s hips, Rubric grabbed the crystal heart hanging from his neck, lifting it up to get a better look at the stone.

“With this magic, it no longer matters if a slave likes sex or not. Simply find what breaks them down and they can be adjusted as you see fit. Even you, a male who started off straight, who hates me for raping and impregnating your daughter, can be crafted into a submissive slut who craves anal from superior males. All it takes is a simple command.”

Rubric let the crystal heart go, letting it to drop as far as the chain connected to it would allow, and retook hold of Path’s flank. He was ready to end this, his own pleasure having been rising throughout his speech. Soon he would reach his peak, and achieve his climax. When that came, he wanted to use it as an example, to make sure Pathfinder knew he had absolutely zero control.

“Now,” Rubric said, going faster and harder as he let loose the restraint he held on himself up till this point, “It is time to test the full extent of the power of this crystal, to make sure that the crystal mare’s promises were all true. You can stop focusing on my words now, and…” he said with a powerful thrust, one that sent Path’s face right into his reflection, “Focus on…” He said, going even stronger than before, sending his dick as deeply into the stallion as possible, as his semen burst from his cock to flood the tunnel of flesh it was within, “Cumming!”.

The command was given with a final thrust inside the smaller male, and immediately Rubric’s words no longer could act as a barrier for Path to ignore what his body was being put through. All at once a surge of sensations filled Pathfinder’s awareness, making his world a sudden mess of agonizing pain and pleasure. All he knew was the sensations, and that he didn’t find them the least bit pleasant. Yet, he was given a command by the one who held his heart, and he could not deny it. So as instructed, all of his focus went into achieving an orgasm, and with all the stimulation he was receiving, all his mind and body had to do was reroute what he was feeling into that biological function.

It was like his body was doing things automatically, redistributing the pain within him over his body, save for the spots that mattered for the task given, while sending all sources of pleasure directly into his cock and balls. It was overwhelming and instant, making the pegasus reach the state of climax nearly as soon as Rubric told him to, spurting globs of white cum onto the side of the dresser he was currently bent over. It wasn’t a single shot, but several large strands of it that rocketed out every time his penis decided to make a spasm, the smaller pony dick unable to do a constant release like the large bull shaft inside him, which was still flowing hot sperm into the stallion, till his intestines were rendered completely full, and streams of the white fluid managed to seep out of his asshole.

The two males joined in their simultaneous orgasm for over a minute, Path cumming as much as he could until his balls went dry, and Rubric dumping a fairly impressive load inside his maid stallion, even by minotaur standards. In the end, Pathfinder was completely depleted, and as his climax collapsed, so did the pegasus himself. He was left gasping for air, barely reacting as Rubric removed himself from the asshole he had just devastated.

“That was good for a first time,” Rubric said, not showing any signs of fatigue, “And hopefully with more training it will become easier for you. This kind of service will be a good remainder of the rest of your life though, so you had better get used to it.”

Rubric looked at his new slave, satisfied with his handiwork. It wasn’t the first male he had ever had the pleasure to thoroughly reem into submission, but he did always take great enjoyment in putting a lesser male in his place. He didn’t even consider himself gay, but there was something about asserting dominance over another male, showing them who was better through sexual conquest, that pleased him even more than fucking and impregnating females. It was probably that creating offspring was considered the duty of every minotaur that made it less enticing to Rubric, or the idea that females were fairly easy to acquire for a minotaur slaver, such as himself, but males were just more fun for him to bring into submission. He would certainly have more fun with Path in the future, but he would have to make sure not to have too much fun with him in front of Scylla.

“Then again…” Rubric said, second guessing that thought, “Maybe I could...” The bull started thinking out improper thoughts in his head, plotting out a course for the future of his two new slaves, while giving Path some much needed time to recover from the ass pounding he just received.

It was a fairly simple idea, and all that he really needed to do was make sure Scylla could be coaxed into it. Looking over to the defeated stallion with cum spilling out his backside, and then to the crystal heart at his chest, Rubric thought that he could make it happen, and it was at least worth a shot.

Later that day, Scylla found herself being led through the halls of The Society by a minotaur escort, one that wasn’t her master. This was unusual, but she still found the circumstances around her retrieval strange. She had been summoned by her master, and was picked up in the middle of one of her training courses. While Rubric had been getting more involved in her life lately, he preferred to stick to scheduled encounters, and hardly did anything on a whim. The spontaneity of her summons was what worried the kelpie, as she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wrong had happened, and in some way she was the cause of it.

She found herself being brought to one of the areas where members took slaves to use them, one with bedrooms instead of bondage dungeons. That made her feel a little better, making her think that she wasn’t about to be punished for something, but that still left her wondering what this was about. Only her master could explain that though, but she knew she’d get her answer soon when she was stopped in front of a door to have her traveling bonds removed.

Once devoid of all chains and shackles, the minotaur that led her pointed to the door, indicating that she was supposed to enter of her own accord. She gave a nod of acceptance in return, and took hold of the door’s knob, twisting and opening the wooden divider.

“Master?” Scylla asked as she cracked open the door, wanting to make sure that Rubric was the one waiting for her, and not some other creature who she was being handed off to. Not that she would have had a choice had it not been him.

“Come in Scylla,” the bull said calmly, “I have some news for you.”

Hearing her master’s voice, Scylla slowly opened the door and entered, but found herself stopping mid step when something met her vision that shocked her in a way that she didn’t even think she still could be. Her master was in the room, sitting at the far wall from the one the door was at, relaxing with his legs spread out to take up as much space as they could before touching the arms of his seat, fully nude with his cock at full mast. This alone would not have surprised her, but Rubric had his hand currently resting on something. Something that was currently traveling up and down the outer part of the minotaur’s shaft, something running its tongue, and panting hot breaths, across her master’s cock skin in a state of heavy arousal. Something that happened to be her father, acting in a way Scylla never believed she would see him.

“I see you’re surprised,” Rubric said, guiding Pathfinder’s head as the pegasus licked every part of the bull’s rob that he could reach, “And I’m sure it’s your father’s behavior that’s the cause of that.”

“I… I-I just never thought I’d see him so…” Scylla’s eyes were locked in on her dad, dressed in a cute maid outfit, cum splattered across its fabric and his face and rump, kneeling before a gigantic bull, and licking his dick without hesitation. “Willing to give head to another guy.”

“I will say that he’s being more compliant than usual,” Rubric stated, agreeing with Scylla that this sight was not normal for the stallion, who on record was very revolted with other men, even when coaxed into to doing it, “But there is a reason he is obediently cleaning the cum and sweat off my dick.”

“Oh?” Scylla said, both curious and afraid. The first thought that came to mind was that her father had been hurt, tortured until he obeyed without hesitation, or that somehow he had been changed by Schorl’s magic.

“It’s hard to explain,” Rubric said, “But essentially your father and I have come to an agreement. One built on a mutual understanding that I am your master.”

Rubric’s vague words only worried Scylla further, and her concern could be seen on her face. As much as she was trying to adapt to the unavoidable life of a minotaur slave mare, she didn’t want her father to suffer because of her.

Rubric noticed his slave’s worry, and sighed, “I’m sorry. You know I’m not good with words. Perhaps it would be better if your father told you what is going on.”

Pathfinder removed his lips from the minotaur’s dick, and gave a slightly annoyed glare at the minotaur, before turning his head to his daughter. “Rubric has purchased me as a slave too.” he said, being honest with his daughter, “He felt that if I went with you to Minopolis, that it would make things easier for both of us. In order to go though, he had me agree that he would be in charge, and that I would serve him as a sex slave.”

Path gritted his teeth behind his lips. He wanted to tell Scylla more, warn her about the Crystal Heart Ritual, but Rubric had forbid him from talking about the matter, or explaining in any way that he was no longer the master of his own will. He didn’t have to lie, but he couldn’t speak on these matters at all, unable to form any words that would allude to the event that led to the enslavement of his will.

“You see, Scylla,” Rubric went on to say, “Some minotaur find taking on an already existing family of slaves as amusing, usurping the father and mother as head of the household, and doing with the lot as they please. This is like that, except that you and your father are the only ones in your family.”

“So…” Scylla said, thinking she understood what was going on, “This is another minotaur culture thing?”

“Yes,” Rubric replied, “From now on you can consider the three of us, and all the other slaves under me, as family, with me being the caregiver for all of you.”

“And… you’re gonna fuck my dad like you do me?” Scylla asked.

“Well he has to pull his weight around the house,” Rubric said, “And while he’ll be doing chores as well, the best way he can serve me is to provide me with release when you’re carrying one of my children.”

“That’s weird,” Scylla said, still able to tell that a father and a daughter sleeping with the same man was a taboo subject, “But… I suppose we don’t have much of a choice in the matter, do we?”

“You do not,” Rubric said, confirming Scylla’s assumption, “When it comes down to it, you’re both my slaves, and I can do with you as I please, which means that if I see fit, I can sell off your father to another slaver if I feel he will not perform his duties, or is preventing you from fulfilling your duties.”

Scylla didn’t like that Rubric was making threats, even after all the progress they had made in their relationship, but in the end the minotaur was only stating facts. He had all the power here, and that meant he had the power to make both her and Path’s lives much worse if he felt inclined. It left a bad taste in her mouth, but her best option in this matter was to do as she had planned before, and just treat this like another cultural difference between ponies and minotaur that she, as a minotaur breeding slave, had to abide by.

“Ok, I understand,” Scylla conceded to the minotaur, having no other choice, “But please don’t hurt my dad.”

Rubric chuckled, “I have no intentions of hurting you or him, so long as you both do as I command. I don’t think that will be a problem from Pathfinder, right?”

“Right…” Pathfinder responded, knowing that there would be no problems from him as long as Rubric held his crystal heart.

“Good, now that that is settled.” The minotaur tapped his thigh, beckoning Scylla to him, “Come join us, and help your father show appreciation for my generosity. He did cost me a lot of gold.”

“Yes master,” Scylla said, aware that this was not a request. She came over to the minotaur, and knelt down in front of him, on the opposite side of his dick from her father. Before Rubric could tell her to start, she took hold of his cock and placed her mouth on it, slurping his bullhood up and down, tasting the flavor of its use on her tongue.

Rubric smiled at his obedient kelpie, and then turned his head to his stallion. “Join her, so I can take in the pleasure of both my ponies.”

Given the command, Pathfinder gripped the bull cock just above his daughter’s hand, returning to the task of licking it. He didn’t just give the bare minimum effort either, and just like before, he found himself getting into the act far more than he should have. It was impossible to deny by this point that he found sex with the minotaur to turn him on immensely, and that he was easily losing himself in bringing sexual gratification to the dominant male. Not even Scylla’s presence stopped his building desires, causing the opposite effect as it should have as he felt the cock cage hidden under his uniform poke into him even harder.

Path knew it had to have been something the bull had done to him, he just didn’t know when or how. The bull did though, having given the stallion the instruction in his sleep, to find any sexual interaction between him and the minotaur to be at the height of titillation. With that rule in place, there was nothing Path could do but find Rubric’s body as sexy, to the point that he couldn’t help but feel hot under the collar at the mere sight of the bull’s cock, and having to give his all in any sex act he did with his master, unless told to do otherwise.

Scylla fell into the heat of the moment as well, compelled by her mental training to do her best to please her master. Her face traveled up Rubric’s dick, as did her hand as she tilted his cockhead to point towards her. Next thing the bull knew, he was pleasantly surprised to see the kelpie wrap her lips around the bulbous lump of sensitive flesh, pushing it to the back of her throat, while using the techniques taught to her at The Society. Scylla was shaping up to be a good oral slave, a useful trait for a female who would be knocked up frequently.

Pathfinder quickly took notice of Scylla’s behavior, and under the compulsion of Rubric’s command, he felt that he had to step up his game as well. Using his knees to lift his body up, he met with Scylla, taking the bull cock right out of her mouth so he could slip his own muzzle around it. The strong flavor of another male coated the inside of his mouth, and the scent was beginning to travel up his nose to create a perfume that dominated his senses. The pegasus found his wings expanding on his own, a clear indication that any notions he had with his heterosexuality no longer mattered. He was becoming a slut for his master’s dick, the eroticism overtaking all his senses, including his rationality of why he shouldn’t be enjoying this situation.

Scylla, now having the target of her attentions snatched from her, sent a few more swipes of her tongue across the skin poking out just beyond her father’s lips, lost too deep in her own horny thoughts to care if it crossed a line, and having spotted already that Path was in the same mindset. All of their thoughts at this moment were towards bringing the minotaur that owned them pleasure. Rubric might not even reciprocate the pleasure given, but that didn’t matter. The only thing of importance at this point was that the bull was happy, as his happiness would lead to their happiness. It was one of the strongest beliefs of The Society, that a slave could only find fulfillment, pleasure, and happiness in the gratification of their owner, and it seemed that with Scylla, that message had stuck.

The two ponies went at it for several minutes, treating the bull’s penis as the key to their own sexual bliss, despite it currently doing nothing to provide them with physical pleasure. Rubric, having acquired a great deal of self control over his career as a slaver, endured the touches of their tongues for some time, enjoying the sight of his two pieces of pony property even more than the sensations they were providing. Not that they were performing subpar, as they were giving their all to saturate each inch of his privates with their saliva, but to a dominant male like himself the sex itself took second place when compared to the thrill of bringing lesser creatures under your will.

“Time for your rewards,” Rubric said, standing up from his seat, “Sit up straight on your knees, and open your mouths.”

The ponies did as commanded, putting themselves right in front of the minotaur, side by side. With them in their proper place, Rubric took hold of his well lubricated shaft, and stroked himself right in front of the two. Pathfinder didn’t flinch from this, unable to do so even if he wanted to, but Scylla gave a little blush in response to seeing her owner masturbate right in her face. Rubric caught her small act of humiliation, and it pleased him to the point that he was sent over the edge, and he released the semen from his sack, right onto the faces of his sex slaves.

The warm, white sperm splashed out, hitting both ponies inside and outside their mouths. Path, again, took it all in stride, despite internally finding this all deeply degrading, but Scylla couldn’t help but react when getting hit with the force of the cum blast. Regardless, by the time Rubric was finished, they both had a good coating over their faces, leaving the two in a sloppy mess of bovine spunk that would never see its full potential as minotaur calves.

“Now what do you say?” Rubric said, proudly looking over his handiwork.

“Thank you, master.” replied Pathfinder, a programmed response he was supposed to make whenever his master was finished with him.

“Thank you, master,” Scylla said, mimicking her father, but then added, “I love you.”

Rubric’s eyes widened slightly with those three extra words, actually not expecting the kelpie to say such a thing out of the blue, “What was that?”

Scylla shrunk down a little into herself, “Was I not supposed to say that?”

Rubric could see the worry in his slave’s eyes that she might have made a mistake, and it was both heartening and a bit upsetting. He was glad to see that his slave had come so far to care that he might take offense to something she might say or do, but didn’t like that she believed that he could possibly be upset over her declaring her love for him.

“No,” he told her with enough sincerity that he hoped Scylla would never question that particular action ever again, “You did good, both of you, even if my stallion didn’t entirely enjoy doing it.”

Path rolled his eyes, but took this as some form of acknowledgement from the minotaur for his position. Either that, or just a reminder that Pathfinder was going to be doing this a lot, even if he didn’t like it.

“Now you two clean up.” Rubric commanded, “I think I feel like picking up my dragon, and taking us all to the spa area.”

That announcement got Scylla excited, as it meant another day of relaxing waters and tasty food. She got to her hooves and rushed off to the bathroom to wash the cum from her body. Pathfinder followed after, as he had to once given the order. Rubric watched the two vanish into the other room, but once they were out of sight, allowed his stern composure to slip.

“Love, huh?” he said under his breath.

It wasn’t unheard of for a slave to fall in love with their master, even ones belonging to minotaur, but most would turn to masochistic lust before ever falling in actual ‘love’ with one such as him. The bull pondered to himself if Scylla really meant it, or if she just felt the words were what he wanted to hear. It was an odd situation, one that he personally never dealt with prior, but it was Scylla who wanted to try forming some sort of normal romantic relationship, and maybe she actually meant it.

It gave the bull a lot to think about, as to whether he should just see where this would go on its own, or try to use it to further his own goals. Whatever the plan, if he was going to involve the head mistress of The Society again, he would have to decide fast, as he and his slaves would only spend only a few weeks more in this facility, and after that they would go to Minopolis to live out the rest of their lives together.