Equestria Trainers' Society: Fish Out of Water

“You had better get some sleep,” said Rubric as he tightened up the belts on a body harness his dragon slave was wearing, “Tomorrow is the big day, and I want you to be ready to head off to your new home once I come to get you.”

The minotaur wasn’t speaking to Mina, though his attention was mostly on the bonds he was currently putting on her, but to Scylla, who was sitting on her bed. The kelpie was currently in her private room, the place she had been allowed to rest in for a majority of her stay at the Society, but after tonight would never see again. It was finally time for her to head off to Minopolis, to begin a new life as a breeding slave, and fulfill her given purpose of birthing new minotaur into the world.

As Scylla sat in wait, having been told to do so by her master, he was prepping his other two slaves for travel. Both Mina and Path were tied up tight in a set of matching leather body harnesses that did little to cover their otherwise naked bodies, but did do a lot to restrain them, by having a set of rings attached to it to hook cuffs too. Neither of them put up much of a fight against the minotaur as he brought their arms behind their backs, locking their wrists to the metal loops positioned at their shoulder blades. Pathfinder in particular did whatever he needed to in order to make his binding go smoothly, doing whatever Rubric told him without complaint or hesitation.

The kelpie had noticed her father acting like this ever since that time they both sucked off their now joint master together, his defiance to the minotaur’s will nearly nonexistent. She knew that they had made some sort of deal with one another in private, but she would have never believed that her father would have ever adjusted to being the sex slave to a male, let alone how fast it seemed to have happened. Even with Schorl’s normal influence over the thoughts of the slaves of the Society, there was always some lingering acknowledgment that this wasn’t how they normally reacted to the thing they had a change of heart on. Many times she wanted to ask Path what had been done to him, but if he was going to be a sex slave either way, perhaps it was better that he was at least complacent, and better still if he could learn to enjoy it.

Rubric tested the harnesses on the other two slaves one last time, and when finding that all the straps had been properly buckled and locked, he stood up and clipped leashes to both Mina and Path’s collars.

“I’ll be taking these two to service me tonight, since you are in no condition to do so yourself.” Rubric said, commenting on Scylla’s pregnancy.

Her stomach was inflated enough that it was bigger than what a normal pony pregnancy should be, which Rubric said was a good sign. It meant there were good odds that she would give birth to a minotaur, which was the goal Rubric was trying to achieve. Scylla wondered why that was the case, since she knew that normally minotaur offspring were raised away from their birth parents, but she figured that it probably had something to do with social status. Perhaps minotaur were viewed in a higher standing if their breeding slaves birthed more minotaur babies than their own species.

“Can’t I at least come and watch?” Scylla asked, not really wanting to see her dad getting fucked by her master, but wanting less to stay in a room alone for the night.

Scylla couldn’t even remember a time when she slept alone while in these walls, always having her father, another slave, or some member of the Society to share a bed with. In a way, she had been conditioned to want to sleep in the company of others, making her dependent in a way the Society hadn’t intended.

Rubric turned his head to his kelpie, and gave her a commanding glare, “You will stay here and do as you’re told.” The minotaur’s words made Scylla flinch, as she didn’t anticipate a request like that to agitate him. Seeing her reaction though, the bovine lightened up a little. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate your eagerness, but I need you to obey me when I tell you something.”

Scylla detested that she wasn’t allowed to question the order, but this was something she had already been told. As Rubric’s slave, she would have to obey him, or risk punishment. That was the fate of all minotaur slaves, and while a pony like Midnight might be able to tolerate that kind of abuse for the limited freedom it gave, Scylla didn’t have the same fortitude as the guard pony.

“Okay… I’ll stay here tonight… I’m sorry.” she apologized, assuming that the minotaur was still upset with her insistence.

That belief was slightly alleviated when Rubric came over to her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead, saying to her, “It will just be one night. Just go to bed, close your eyes, and in the morning we’ll see each other again.”

Scylla gave a nod of acceptance, and with that Rubric headed out of the room with his other two slaves, leaving Scylla all by herself.

“I guess I’m not completely alone,” She said, placing a hand on her round stomach, “I still got you with me.”

The kelpie was trying her best to comfort herself, but she couldn’t help but feel alone. It wasn’t just that she couldn’t sleep with anyone that night, but also because all of the other Elements of Servitude had already departed to Minopolis. Midnight was the first to go, her master apparently becoming upset with the Society’s lack of progress with her. After that went Nightshade, whose master believed she was already as well trained as she was going to get. Charming Tale, Gabriel, and Blue Yonder each left with their masters shortly after, with Scylla not getting to give so much as a goodbye as they did, only being told of their departure after the fact. Scylla knew it would happen eventually, especially with their due dates closing in fast, but she did like having the others around. They might not have had that much contact with one another, but on some level the six of them were connected through this bad experience they all shared.

“They are all in Minopolis now,” Scylla said, hoping that she would someday see them again, but also having to remind herself that Minopolis was its own island continent, and had several cities on it, which each of the girls could have been taken to a different one than the one she would be living in.

With all these thoughts flowing through her head, Scylla found it very difficult to rest, the isolation serving to make her more aware that not only would she be leaving the Society, but Equestria as well, most likely to never return. Any relationships she had formed prior to today, outside of her father and possibly the other Elements, would come to an end. That led her to think of how her father was in the same situation, and that led to her thinking of their one shared relationship, that being Path’s on again, off again lover, and her de facto mother figure, Anya.

It had been so long since she saw the gryphon, and Scylla wondered if she still thought they were on vacation. By now, it must have been clear that they had been gone too long, and maybe somepony was trying to find them, but unless they suddenly appeared in the Society by tomorrow, they would never find them. Knowing Anya though, she’d end up tearing the countryside apart looking for her and Pathfinder. Too bad that they’d be someplace else, and all that searching would do her no good.

“Sorry I’m gonna cause you trouble,” Scylla said, apologizing to the gryphon.

Scylla closed her eyes, trying hard to go to sleep and push out all these negative thoughts. Even if she had come to terms with her enslavement, tomorrow was going to be a very sad day for her. She could only hope in time that she could find happiness in servitude to her master, and that maybe the new memories she would make could someday let her forget the ones she had made in Equestria. She didn’t truly want to get rid of them, but she knew holding on to something she could never go back to would only cause pain.

It took the kelpie some time, but eventually she managed to drift off to sleep. She had no special dream on her last night in Equestria, no visions of her past freedom, or nightmares of her future life. She just slept peacefully, perhaps too peacefully for a mare in her position, but once she became too exhausted from dwelling too much on all the things she was being forced to give up, there was little energy for her mind to create a dreamscape for her.

So when the kelpie mare finally heard the door to her room open, and the sound of a female voice say “It’s time to go,” she was able to awaken with little effort. This was it, the moment that she dreaded. She and her father had never moved houses before, so she assumed that this was going to feel like that, just a thousand times worse. Still, Scylla surrendered herself to the will of her minotaur master, as he would take her, even if she didn’t comply.

Slowly she rose out of bed, subconsciously drawing out the moment for as long as possible, but eventually she got to her hooves, meeting the creature who had entered her room, and discovering that it was the head mistress herself.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Schorl said, greeting the kelpie, “Are you ready for your big journey across the sea?”

Scylla didn’t reply. She didn’t know what to say, nor wanted to say anything. The night prior gave her lots of time to dwell on her time, and she wasn’t so far indoctrinated into the ways of the Society not to realize all the wrongs that had been done to her, and that it was all orchestrated by Schorl’s hand.

“Scylla,” Schorl said calmly, “I’m giving you permission to speak. Don’t make me pry the answer out of you.”

Schorl was clearly joking with the girl, but Scylla found little humor in her situation. As much as she had been trying to adapt, she couldn’t help but feel terrible at that moment. Any sane pony would feel the same, no matter how much they tried to look on the bright side of things.

Still, Schorl was being insistent about getting a reply, and Scylla knew that if she didn’t say something, things would just get worse. “I’m… nervous,” she said honestly, “I don’t want to leave Equestria, or all the creatures I know here.”

“Oh sweetie,” Schorl said, noticing some tears start to well up in Scylla’s eyes, “We all have to do things we don’t want to sometimes. It’s all part of growing up.”

“Being enslaved and sold to a minotaur is not part of growing up.” Scylla shot back, revealing more and more how upset she was with each passing second, “I know that my master owns me, and I can’t do anything about it, but I still have the right to be sad about this.”

Schorl’s normally pleased expression gave way to a slight frown, her eyes shifting away for a brief moment, before going back to Scylla. “You’re right,” she conceded, “Despite your training, this is surely an emotional time for you, and you have every right to feel however you wish.”

“Really?” Scylla asked, a little surprised that Schorl would give her even that much leeway.

“Scylla, when it comes down to it, the only thing a slave truly owns is their feelings,” said the crystal mare, “I can train you to endure sex with a brutish minotaur, but it’s always up to you if you actually enjoy it. The two are, fortunately for the two of us, mutually exclusive parts of the whole. I don’t need you to enjoy your fate, just to accept it. In the same light, you don’t need me to approve of your distaste for the path I’ve forced you down, and if it makes you feel better, hate me to your heart’s content. Curse my name under your breath, and put the weight of all your future misfortunes on me.”

Scylla laughed a little through her tears at Schorl’s little speech. She didn’t expect the crystal unicorn to be so self deprecating, and there was something amusing about the head mistress of the Society accepting all the guilt that Scylla might pin on her.

“I… don’t want to blame you,” Scylla said, even though she knew that without Schorl she probably wouldn’t be where she was now, “Because even if I do, it’s not going to change what’s about to happen, is it?”

“Not at all,” Schorl replied, “While I might have some sympathy about your plight, my priorities are with the satisfaction of my clients. Besides, I’m sure that for as sad as you will be today, the life you will live with your master will not be miserable. Your master cares for you, and wishes to make you happy.”

“What makes you think that?” Scylla asked.

“I’ve seen enough slave owners to know which ones are better than others,” Schorl answered, “And your master seems like a keeper to me. If all of my members were like him, then I wouldn’t have to have ponies dragged here kicking and screaming to be enslaved.”

Schorl giggled under her breath, seemingly amused, but whatever made her smile was lost on the kelpie. Schorl was, more than all others in the Society, an eccentric, and the things that made her brain tick was beyond a pony like Scylla. Still, something about what Schorl said made Scylla feel a little better, for reasons that the kelpie really didn’t understand. Maybe it was the idea that her master really was one of the better ones she could have gotten, or simply the crystal mare’s own attitude rubbing off onto her, but Scylla felt her tears retreating back into her eyes.

“Anyways, we need to get you to your master,” Schorl said, not paying attention in the slightest to Scylla’s change of mood, “Can’t keep him waiting.”

Schorl went to the door, with Scylla following right behind her, opening it and then reaching around the door frame to grab a leash hanging from a hook just outside it. Scylla was going to be led around like an animal one last time through the halls of her prison, and accepting that inevitably, Scylla lifted her head up to reveal her collar.

When Schorl turned back around, she was pleasantly surprised to see that the kelpie was already prepped for leashing, and her willingness to comply gave the crystal mare another idea. “Scylla, how would you like to walk the halls of the Society without a collar for once?”

Scylla’s eyes widened, and her chin lowered to meet her gaze with Schorl’s. It was a general and unbroken rule that all slaves could only go through the halls while leashed, hobbled, bound, or some other means where the creature was escorting them, to prevent any attempts of escape the slave might come up with. This applied to all slaves, no matter if they were well trained. Not even the trustees were given that much freedom.

“I see that you’re shocked, which you should be,” Schorl said, coiling the leash up in her hands, “But you are the Element of Submission, and while that doesn’t give you any special privileges, I think that having you walk through the halls without trying to flee is a perfect final test. That is… if you feel you are up to the task.”

“I think… I could do it!” Scylla said, becoming very excited about the premise of walking down a hall, for some inexplicable reason.

“Good” Schorl said, “But don’t think that there won’t be some stipulations to this arrangement. After all, no slave can walk the halls without a leash.”

Moments later, the two mares were walking down the hall, with Schorl walking upright, while Scylla was crawling behind her on all fours, carrying the coiled leash in her mouth as she did her best to keep up with the crystal mare. It was humiliating, but Scylla took some pride in the fact that she was the first slave to travel the halls without direct guidance. For as mundane as this should have been, it was a rare event for the captives of the Society that would probably never be repeated, and in some twisted way that made Scylla special.

“I’ll be honest,” Schorl said, walking at a slow pace to allow Scylla to keep up, “I’m gonna miss having you around. You were certainly an asset to the organization, and the fulfillment of their desires with your body. Did you know that you had sex with two hundred and seventy four different separate ponies during your stay here? That’s counting members, other slaves, and myself of course.”

Scylla shook her head reactively, though Schorl couldn’t see her response. That was an amazing number though, especially since she hadn’t been too active for the last month or so. Scylla couldn’t help but see herself as a slut, especially since in a lot of those encounters, she had allowed herself to enjoy the acts, and the mere thought of some of them was leading her to leak fluids from between her legs, enough that she was dripping onto the satan carpet she was crawling on. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Schorl and her organization had trained her well.

“You made me and your master a lot of money, that’s for sure,” Schorl continued, “And everypony loved seeing your cute face around here, each in their own special ways. It’s almost a shame to let you go, but such is the life of both a slave and a head mistress of a slave ring. You were never intended to stay here forever, but to fulfill your purpose to your master. As sad as it might be for me, it is time that you moved on from this place. I would only hope that you will think of the time you spent here, and of me from time to time.”

Scylla didn’t believe there would be a problem with that. It would be difficult for anypony to forget the Society after being put through the training they provided, and it would be hard to not correlate all those endured experiences with the mare in charge of the operation. The question was if she’d think back on these times with longing or detest. While being kidnapped, raped, sold into slavery, and turned into a breeding mare were not thing that were supposed to be viewed in a positive light, Schorl’s mental manipulations caused her to see the good aspects of being the sex slave of a minotaur. Someone to take care of you, to provide you with security, as well as a defined purpose in life, were things some creatures would do anything to have, and without Schorl the kelpie wouldn’t have them.

So what did that mean for Scylla’s feelings about the crystal mare? Did she hate Schorl for enslaving her, or like Schorl for introducing her to the creature she was now fated to be with? It was difficult to decide, the crystal mare both being the nightmare of any pony she targeted, and yet a creature who cared about those she forced into slavery. Had some of the more sadistic members of the Society been in charge of the organization, it would be easy to see the slaves being mistreated in ways that even Schorl didn’t approve of. As strange as the notion was, Schorl might have been the best slaver a creature could be enslaved by. At least she took measures to protect those she intended to sell into bondage, not allowing ponies to be harmed beyond what she felt was reasonable while they resided within her walls, and provided them with training that would aid them when they left the safety of her presence.

Because of that, Scylla eventually came to the conclusion that Schorl was a benefactor of sorts, though not one that was the best influence on her. There was no delusion in Scylla’s mind, Schorl was a rapist who used other ponies for her own benefit and profit, a creature who by her acts could only be considered evil… but, if any evil creature was going to force Scylla into a life where she could never taste freedom ever again, there would be no better option than Schorl in the kelpie’s eyes.

Suddenly, Scylla felt a now familiar sensation enter her perception, the feeling of a thought getting locked into her mind. With her mouth full of leash, she let out a surprised “Mrph!”, and looked up at the mare walking ahead of her, who was looking back at her with a glowing horn.

“Gotcha,” Schorl said with a smirk.

Scylla couldn’t believe it. After all the time she spent in the Society, and all the rules she had learned in order to minimize the manipulations being done to her, Schorl still managed to catch her off guard and pull another fast one, locking a positive thought of the mare permanently in her consciousness. Now Scylla couldn’t think poorly of the crystal mare, even if she wanted to. Even now, all she could muster was a begrudging respect for what the head mistress had done.

Turning her head back to the path she was leading Scylla down, Schorl followed that with, “As you know, I can’t read your mind, but if I were to hazard a guess, you were thinking of me right now. Perhaps you had good thoughts, and perhaps you had bad, but whatever it is you were thinking, I feel it’s best you hold onto it. A pony’s memory can change over time. Fond memories can go foul, and terrible ones can turn to nostalgia if given the chance. I feel it does a disservice to the spirit of the memories to alter your feelings to them, as it destroys the intended purpose they had. If you loathe me, I would rather you keep that feeling every time you think of me, as at least that is genuine.”

For as grand a speech Schorl was making about wanting Scylla to hate her forever if that was her true feelings for the crystal unicorn, this felt way too planned for Scylla to believe that was what the head mistress’ had wanted. Schorl had to have known that the kelpie had thought something positive about her. Scylla wanted to be pissed at how Schorl played her like a fiddle, but as she was, all she could do was admire Schorl’s cunning.

This was how Scylla would always remember the head mistress of the Society; as the eccentric, intelligent, and crafty manipulator who controlled every slave in her care like puppets on her strings, guiding them to a future of servitude that would bring them happiness. Surely Scylla would never meet another mare like this one, and was undoubtedly a good thing.

It didn’t take long after Schorl’s final trick on the kelpie for the two mares to reach their destination, which for Scylla would be her final destination. One final set of doors at the end of a hallway, which behind them waited her new life. Scylla couldn’t help but be intimidated, as once she passed inside, everything she once knew would be over. She was visibly shaking, unable to conceal her nervousness.

“I see you’re excited,” Schorl said, taking note of Scylla’s shaking, “I was just like you when my first master stole me away.”

“What?” Scylla asked back, and dropped the leash in her mouth in the process.

“Oh, nothing,” Schorl replied, “But… what’s this?” The crystal mare bent over, picking up a box that had been left near the door, one with a letter atop it, that Schorl had begun reading. “Hmm, seems like your master wants you to be presentable before seeing him.”

“Presentable?” Scylla asked again, her nerves not allowing her to think straight about anything.

“He wants you to be dressed,” Schorl answered, opening the box and pulling out a white garment.

“Is that… A tunic?” the kelpie wondered aloud, seeing the white fabric and coming to her conclusion based on the first traditionally white article of clothing that came to mind.

“I don’t think so,” said Schorl, “But whatever it is, you had better put it on for your owner. I’m sure he’d be livid if you went before him without it on.”

The crystal unicorn levitated the outfit out of the box, and over to Scylla, who took it in her hands and proceeded to put it on without any issue. It was the first real form of clothing outside of fetish wear she had been given since she had been enslaved, or so she assumed, and she wasn’t going to reject such a gift from her master.
“Wait a moment,” Schorl said, seeing Scylla haphazardly putting on the clothing, “You don’t want to mess up a gift from your master. Here, allow me to help you put it on.”

The crystal pony assisted Scylla in putting on her given attire, practically dressing the kelpie by herself. It was almost a motherly display, which Scylla found herself enjoying, with her now fixed thoughts on the crystal mare. She had never had a mother, being adopted by her father, who never married. The closest thing to one she had was Anya, and she wasn’t around that often, nor was she the type to help braid hair or dress up a little filly. She was more of a ‘worldly advice’ kind of parental unit, and the kind who wouldn’t hesitate to protect Scylla if anything tried to harm her. While that was good in its own way, and she would never want Anya to be any different from what she was, she also always wanted a female figure who would do things like what Schorl was doing with her.

Once Schorl got the outfit on the kelpie, it became obvious that it was a dress, a somewhat elaborate one that was apparently custom made to fit her body in its current state, with sections cut out of it that allowed a full view of all her private areas. Scylla would have expected no less, given her role, as her body belonged to Rubric, and not only would the minotaur want to flaunt it in front of others upon arrival to the minotaur homeland, but would also enjoy the access those areas devoid of fabric would provide. This was just another thing she would have to accept in her new life.

“And… Done.” Schorl announced, tying together the back part of the dress, “And I must say, you look wonderful.”

“Thank you,” Scylla said, blushing slightly at the compliment, “And thank you for dressing me.”

“Not at all, my dear,” Schorl said, grabbing the door handle, turning and pushing it open slowly, “It is always a pleasure to help one of my trained slaves in such matters. Besides, your master did request that I deliver you this way, as it wouldn’t be appropriate if you arrived at an event like this without the proper dress.”

Schorl turned to the door, pushing it open for the kelpie, and gesturing her inside. This was it, the doorway that would lead to her master, and the moment that would lead to the rest of her life. She braced herself, not sure what would happen once Rubric got ahold of her, except that she would probably never see Equestria ever again. When she entered the room, Scylla found herself in a large area she recognized as the place where her master had won her, the one that looked like a small theater with benches lining the walls. The only thing missing from it was the large object she had been strapped to when her master was being selected for her, but in its place were so many more things.

The room had been decorated, albeit sparsely, with flowers and tapestries, and in the center, near where she had been bound, was a podium that looked like the kind you’d see at a church, and next to it stood her master in a toga that she had never seen him wear before. With him was Mina and Path, both in maid uniforms, and her father currently holding what looked like a pillow with a collar sitting atop it. It was a little strange, but what was even more curious was that they weren’t the only ones waiting for her, as some of the benches had been occupied by other creatures, consisting of ponies, minotaur, and gryphons. In fact, she recognized most of them, four very clearly being Nightshade, Charming Tale, Gabby, and Blue Yonder, each sitting next to their respective masters, and looking as far along in their pregnancies as Scylla. Then there were two gryphons sitting off to the side, which were the ones that had captured her and Path, both not looking all that interested in what was going on. Other than them, it was mostly other minotaur in attendance, but Scylla didn’t understand why they were all here. Surely this kind of send off wasn’t needed for a tamed slave. With all these people here, and with everything all decorated, and her master and fellow slaves dressed up the way they were, it almost looked like this was a…

“Welcome to your wedding day, Scylla.” Schorl said, walking by the kelpie.

“My… WHAT?!” Scylla said, never once believing that she’d heard those words said to her in a place like this.

“You’re master mentioned that you wanted to start an actual relationship with him, even though you were merely his slave,” Schorl continued, “And that as far as he saw, he didn’t think it was just some ploy to escape. He said that you were legitimately trying, and he wanted to reward that effort, by at least granting you a proper pony marriage before you left your homelands.”

“B-But I… getting married?!” Scylla said dumbfounded, “Master really wants to marry me? Can he even do that?”

“It’s up to an owner what they wish to do with their slaves,” Schorl explained, “While unconventional, I see no reason why one couldn’t marry their slave, if they saw fit. Now come along dear,” Schorl held out her arm, and motioned for the kelpie to take it, “We mustn’t keep him waiting.”

Scylla was still confused, the idea of becoming a bride stunning her. It felt like a big step going from being someone’s sex slave to being their wife. Did that mean that she was being freed? Probably not, but it might mean that Rubric valued her over all the other slaves he had. This thought led to a rush of others, so many she couldn’t really keep up with them all, but eventually she remembered that no matter what this all meant, even if it was just something to make her happy, she was still currently Rubric’s slave, and he wanted to do this, so she had to obey.

Scylla put her arm around Schorl’s, allowed the mare to walk her down the aisle, and give her away. An appropriate gesture, seeing as she Scylla’s newly acquired respect for the mare, and that Schorl was the one that captured and sold her to the minotaur. As they walked slowly towards Rubric, music started playing, a wedding march to make the event feel more authentic. Scylla was still having problems processing everything, but she allowed herself to go through all the motions. She had seen this kinda thing a bunch of times, so she knew what she was expected to do, but everything was so surreal, mostly because Rubric had never brought up the idea that he wanted to do this, and he felt like the type who didn’t want to enter into a commitment like this.

“You’re overthinking this,” Schorl whispered into Scylla’s ear, “You’re shaking so hard, so I know you got a lot going through your mind, but you must never forget that you exist to serve your master. If he wishes to have a wedding, then your main focus should be to perform your role in that wedding to the best of your ability. Remove your own thoughts on the matter from the equation, and just try to enjoy being useful to your master.”

Scylla listened to Schorl, and with her mind racing as it was, was able to think through everything she said at a record pace, and come to the conclusion of how ridiculous it was. There was no way she was going to be able to remove herself from something this big, as even after all the training she went through, she was no expert slave mare. The idea that Schorl thought she could do that was funny though, and it made the kelpie laugh a little, which did ease the tension a little. In her own way, the crystal unicorn was helping, even if it wasn’t in the manner she intended.

By the time they made it to the podium, Scylla had managed to stop shaking, and stood up tall as she met her master eye to eye. The minotaur looked back at her, head tilted downward, and then looked at everyone else gathered around.

“Do you like it?” he asked, having no clue how Scylla felt coming in.

“It’s… I didn’t expect anything like this.” Scylla said truthfully, “It’s certainly amazing.”

“I’m hoping that it will leave a happy memory,” Rubric said, “Instead of a sad one of you being torn away from the place you grew up in.”

So Rubric did do this for Scylla’s sake after all, wanting to make her relocation as comfortable as possible, and he felt that the best way to do it was to make her, at least in Scylla’s eyes, an honest mare.

“Ok, let’s get this started,” Schorl said, breaking up the moment, as she left Scylla’s side, and took a spot behind the podium. Apparently she was going to play priest as well. “Dearly beloved friends and loved ones of the bride and groom, we are gathered here to witness the joining of these two creatures in eternal bondage.”

Scylla had to stifle another laugh, as the crystal unicorn put her own spin on the proceedings of the ceremony, at the very least, this was going to be amusing.

“In the months since they first met, our dear kelpie has come to accept her role, as both Rubric’s slave and as the mother of his children. As her life goes forward from here, she will be expected to endure many hardships in her lifelong mission to please her master, but with hardships also comes rewards. Satisfaction, comfort, security, and even love. It is on this most glorious of days that she will receive the gracious gift of matrimony, binding her being to her master in the most intimate way one could be.”

Schorl looked up to the minotaur before her, continuing her parody of a wedding ceremony by saying, “Rubric, do you take this pony, to own and command, to keep as servant, sex slave, brood mother, and property, till one of you perishes?”

“I do,” Rubric replied, zero hesitation in his response, as one would expect since he was simply agreeing to something that was already the case.

“And do you, Scylla,” Schorl said, redirecting her attention to the kelpie, “Promise to obey the wishes of your master, to dedicate your body, mind, and your very soul to his pleasure and satisfaction. To bear his children, to maintain his household, to honor and respect his demands, and give yourself to him as slave, lover, and wife, till death may you part?”

“I do,” Scylla said, agreeing to the terms given to her on the spot, not only because that was what she was supposed to do, but because she had been caught up in the moment.

As much as she probably shouldn’t have, the kelpie felt that this was right, and that after getting to know Rubric a little better, this was the right thing to do. No matter how it came about, he was the father of her soon to be born child, and in a twisted sense was the only male to ever put this much effort into a relationship with her. Her entire stay at the Society was something out of dark fantasy, but in its own way was both the most romantic and exciting parts of her life. Now that it was over, she was going to settle down with the man who had claimed her as his, and become a mother as they lived together for the rest of their lives. She was so distracted by these thoughts that she didn’t even notice that Schorl’s horn had started glowing again, but this time with a slightly different colored magical aura around it.

“Does the owner have a personal collar for his slave bride?” Schorl asked, looking back to Rubric.

The minotaur sent his gaze to Pathfinder, and gestured him over. The pegasus, who was acting as ring bearer for the wedding, grimaced at the command, clearly not enjoying the ceremony as much as Scylla. Nonetheless, he obeyed, bringing over the collar he had been holding atop a plush pillow.

Rubric turned to Scylla before addressing his femcolt pegasus slave, taking out a key, and using it to remove the collar Scylla had been given by the Society. “You won’t need this anymore,” the minotaur said, taking Scylla’s new collar from her father, “It marked you as a slave in training, but now that training is finished. With this collar, I declare you as mine, to have and to use as I see fit, for as long as we both may live.”

As Rubric spoke, Scylla took in the feeling of not having something around her throat for the first time in months. It felt strange, like something was missing, and when Rubric went to put the new collar on her, she didn’t resist in the slightest, only feeling secure when it was fastened in place. It felt different, but comforting, made of a pure white leather and that was padded with a soft material on the inside, making it a bit tighter than her last collar, but less irritating as it constantly touched her skin. The metal parts that made the leash ring was made of gold, and it was decorated with topazes that shimmered in the light, making both the object and the wearer a stunning thing to behold. With it in place, Scylla knew that she now was Rubirc’s completely, his collar proof of who her master was.

Once Rubric locked it in place, he looked Scylla in the eyes, and said to her, “You are my beloved slave mare, my precious Sara.”

“Sara?” Scylla replied, confused.

“My people have a custom of renaming our slaves, to let them know that whatever they were before becoming slaves no longer matters. From now on, you will be ‘Sara’, which means ‘princess’ in minotaur culture.”

Scylla was shocked that she had just been given a new name out of the blue, but it was no more abrupt than the wedding itself. When it came down to it, if Rubric wanted it, she was gonna have to accept it, cause it didn’t matter if she liked it or not. At the very least it was a nice name, as the title ‘princess’ must have still held some value in minotaur culture, lest they’d not have a term for it to begin with. So without a word, Scylla gave a nod that she understood, changed from Scylla to Sara.

Schorl took that as a cue to proceed, “Then, with the power invested in me, as the head mistress of the Society, I now pronounce you Master and Slave. You may now do as you please with the bride.”

“I wish to do this,” Rubric said, wrapping his arm around his newlywed kelpie, and lifting her up off the ground effortlessly, pressing his lips into her as he sealed their marriage with a kiss.

Sara closed her eyes, allowing herself to give in to the moment. She had just gotten married, or at least the closest she would get to it, seeing as none of this was probably an official wedding in any sense. Still, she was enjoying it like it was a real wedding, and she was now ready to spend the rest of her life with Rubric, the man who claimed her. He might have raped her, put her through sexual torment, and impregnated her against her will, but at this moment, she truly believed that she had fallen in love with the brute.

It was at that time that Sara felt a sensation that could only be described as ‘something slipping out of her’. She immediately opened her eyes, and darted her eyes around, only stopping when she noticed that a small, heart shaped crystal was now floating within an aura of unicorn magic, somehow knowing on sight that was what she was looking for.

“What… is that?” Sara asked, understanding that it was something of great importance.

Around her, she could hear voices stir, as those who witnessed the appearance of the crystal heart were bewildered at what they had seen happen right in front of them. The minotaur in attendance were not surprised themselves, but spoke in whispers with one another, more aware of what this wedding was all about than the other guests. One member in particular knew exactly what had just happened, and was equal parts frightened and outraged.

“Scylla, are you okay!?” Path said, running to his daughter in panic.

“Be calm, Mr. Finder,” Schorl said, floating the crystal heart to Rubric, who set his kelpie slave down to accept the object, “Your daughter is perfectly fine.”

“Fuck you,” the pegasus said back to the crystal pony, “When you did that to me, it hurt so bad I passed out for days!”

“That’s because you resisted it every step of the way,” Schorl replied, pulling out a heart shaped glass container from behind her podium, levitating it over to Rubric, so he could place his newly acquired heart into the protective case, “Scylla, or Sara as it appears to be now, was fully accepting of her ritual, and thus there was nearly zero resistance in extracting her crystal heart.”

“My… What’s going on?” Sara asked, completely confused, “What is that thing?”

“That, my dear,” said Schorl, “Is a symbol of your dedication to your master, created from my magic. As your father so bluntly put it, the ritual to extract it can be incredibly painful, if the ritual is used in a manner that corrupts the intent. If used for its true purpose though, the ritual is virtually harmless.”

“And what is it’s true purpose?” Sara questioned further, wondering what exactly happened to her.

“To create a bond greater than any other, by having absolute trust in another that you’re willing to give them everything, just like you did.” Schorl answered, smiling in satisfaction of the results of her labor with the kelpie, “Congratulations, Sara. Your training is officially complete.”

The sound of clapping hit the kelpie’s ears, as the few minotaur watching events unfold showed their respect to Rubric, in sealing his dominance over his female. The other Elements soon joined in, thinking the minotaur were applauding the kelpie for her progress, and feeling it would be rude of them not to support their slave sister. The gryphon slave hunters didn’t bother to clap as well, as they were only attending because Schorl insisted, and offered them a bonus if they saw their capture leave the Society. Schorl’s requests were often strange, but her coin was always good.

“Wait!” Path shouted, finding nothing about this situation worth celebrating. Not the fake wedding, Scylla’s name change, or that Rubric had taken her crystal heart as well, “This was not part of our-”

“Settle down,” Rubric commanded, to which Pathfinder instantly found himself becoming calm, unable to be outraged over the effects of his crystal heart’s influence, “This was always the plan with your daughter, to have her bound to me in this absolute manner. Though the circumstances of it were changed over time, with Sara becoming more compliant to the process, I was going to have control of her will, one way or another.”

Sara’s head tilted to the floor, thinking that she had been tricked somehow, which wasn’t far off from the truth. It was always Rubric’s intent to use her for this purpose, whatever that meant, and it left her feeling a bit used, more so than just being a sex slave.

“But now that I have this, I can finally see if the crystal mare is telling the truth to the extent of its power.” The minotaur took a string attached to the glass container, and tied it around his neck to rest with Pathfinder’s heart on the bovine’s chest, “Supposedly, the heart can make the one it came from follow commands so thoroughly, that it can change the ways their minds work, and thus… I command you Sara...”

The kelpie flinched, expecting some awful thing to happen to her, though not knowing how it was going to happen. She still hadn’t been given a real explanation as to what that heart was supposed to do, and now she was at its mercy.

“To never feel pain from my touch, until I say otherwise.” said the bull, finishing his command.

“W-what?” Scylla stuttered, opening her eyes slowly.

“We minotaur have been looking for a way to prevent the pain caused by the curse over us.” Rubric said, explaining the meaning behind his command, “No creature, male or female, can have sex with us without feeling pain, but with these objects, we might be able to overcome that.”

“That is the assumption,” Schorl said, “But the hearts aren’t all powerful, and this particular command in this particular situation has never been tested. I don’t even think you let Mr. Finder have that mercy when you took pleasure from his body.”

“Because I wanted Sara to be the first to feel pure pleasure from a minotaur, if it is even possible. By if it isn’t, and she is still hurt by this-”

“Then I will take full responsibility for her pain,” Schorl said in promise, “I assure you that. However, there is only one way to find out if it will work.”

“Yes,” Rubric said, “Sara, go to one of the benches and bend over it, tail up, legs spread.”

Instantly, Sara did as she was told, the act feeling partially automatic, though she would have obeyed without the affects of her crystal heart. Bracing her body by placing her hands on one of the seats, she lifted her dolphin tail up and to the side, exposing her pussy and ass as she spread her legs apart into an upside down V. Once finished, she looked back, spotting her master stroking his dick, which was now poking out from behind his toga. It did not take long for the cock to get fully erect, and once it was at full mast, he approached his presenting slave.

“But Master,” Sara said, becoming worried, “What about the baby? We haven’t had sex for weeks now because you didn’t want to harm it.”

“I won’t shove myself into your womb,” Rubric answered, aiming his dick at her lower lips, “Just enough to see if this hurts or not, which shouldn’t take much to find out.”

With that said, the minotaur pushed himself inside his kelpie slave as gently as a minotaur could, which was still with the force of a harsh thrust. The only restraint given was that he only pushed a quarter of his length inside, which wasn’t enough to breach the womb and cause harm to the child held inside.

“AAAAHH!” Sara yelled out, the size of the minotaur causing a surge of feelings to pour into her consciousness.

“Are you ok, my princess?” Rubric said, holding his position, “Did it still hurt?”

Sara tried to focus, her head spinning with the sudden surge of sensation. It was hard for her to hear the question given to her, let alone answer it. She was trying to piece together all she felt, and what it was being translated as in her mind, but as her senses started to return to her, there was one noticeable thing about this time being penetrated by her master, when compared to all the other times.

“It… doesn’t hurt.” Sara said, feeling no sensation of pain, the feeling being blocked completely from her.

Rubric wasn’t convinced, as the mare could have just been saying it to please him. “Answer me honestly, are you in pain?”

“It doesn’t hurt at all, master,” repeated the kelpie, “It’s a bit uncomfortable, I feel stuffed and cramped inside, but I don’t feel any pain.”

“And when I do this?” Rubric asked, stirring his dick around inside the aquatic mare.

Sara replied with a moan, but one of pleasure, not agony. The heart’s magic was working like a charm, blocking out any and all pain the kelpie would have felt. At worst, she would say it felt a little unpleasant, but that was being overshadowed by the immense amounts of good sensations that filled her being with each of the minotaur’s movements. Of all the times the minotaur used her, this was the only time she reached this level of euphoria.

“Answer me,” Rubric commanded, “How does it feel?”

“It feeeeeels sooooo gooooood,” Sara replied, practically gargling the words as she got lost deeper and deeper into the pleasure she felt.

Getting the answers he wanted, Rubric gripped the kelpie’s tail, and pulled out of her. Sara’s arms and legs collapsed near immediately upon removal, but the minotaur kept her from hitting the ground with his hold on her. Pain or pleasure, it was evident that the kelpie’s brain had been overwhelmed by sensation.

“Are the results to your satisfaction?” Schorl said, coming up from behind the minotaur.

“Yes, it appears we have finally found a way to get around the curse that plagues our people,” Rubric replied, happy to be able to pleasure his slave bride without causing her any pain.

The heart’s enchantment, combined with the medicines that made smaller creatures capable of taking a minotaur’s dick without bodily damage, made it possible for a minotaur to have normal sex with other species. It was in some ways a miracle, at least for the ones who were used as breeding slaves to birth new minotaur into the world.

“I’m glad that you are satisfied then, and that my obligations to you have been fulfilled,” with her business with Rubric finished, Schorl redirected her attention to the other minotaur in attendance. “And what of you all? Now that you’ve seen what the crystal hearts can do, do any of you want to remove the pain you cause to your slaves during sex?”

Before any of the minotaur masters could answer, Nightshade, the batmare and Element of Pleasure, jumped up from her seat. “Oh! Do me next!” she yelled, hand raised high.

“Just remember,” said one of the minotaur sitting on the benches, which happened to be Schorl’s minotaur bodyguard, Sartek, “Her services aren’t free. If you want to have this done to your slaves, you had better be ready to pay.”

Within the hour, three of the present four Elements of Servitude joined Scylla in having their crystal hearts extracted, with Schorl expecting that most would agree to the ritual, as she never fully explained what it entailed. For those who allowed the ritual to be done, they didn’t understand that they were trading their wills away for the privilege of not being forced to feel pain when their masters used them.

Nightshade was the first to go through the ritual, only having to pledge herself to her master to have her heart slip free of her body. After her went Gabby, who was required to clip her own wings as a sign of submission, though not in a manner that would prevent them from growing back over time. Charming Tale relented by the end of the gryphon’s display, and at first offered to have her horn shaved halfway down to a stump to prevent her from using magic until it grew back, but her master refused that idea. Instead, she had to write out a small poem of how she would dedicate her life to his happiness, which was a simple enough task for the writer.

In the end, the only one to hold out was Blue Yonder, the pegasus rightfully not trusting the spell. With her reluctance to go through it, it didn’t matter if her master wanted her crystal heart or not, he would not be able to get it. When she started seeing how the crystal heart’s allowed the other girl’s masters to control them, which each minotaur tested shortly after acquiring them, Blue Yonder’s resolve to not have the ritual performed on her doubled, as she wouldn’t allow any creature to take claim of her will. Enslaved or not, she was determined to remain a free spirit, with the intent of one day escaping her fate, even if it took her years to achieve it.

By the time all the rituals were completed, Sara was able to recover from the pleasure coma she had been put into, and since the main part of the wedding was completed, all that was left to complete the ceremony was a post wedding feast. A large amount of food was carted in by a dozen deer slaves, and when it was all set up, all in attendance went to get their fair share, all the slaves allowed to partake in the tasty foods as celebration for this momentous occasion. The minotaur grouped together, while the gryphon slave hunters quickly left the room after grabbing a plate, not really interested in conversing with anyone there. That left the slaves to all mingle with each other, and once Sara reunited with her fellow Elements, there was one burning question on her mind that she needed answered.

“So you’ve all been to Minopolis?” she asked, after the group shared casual greetings and a little bit of the kelpie’s wedding cake.

“Yeah,” Blue Yonder said, “My new home is in the city of Cowzoni, which seems to be a bit smaller than the capital.”

“You’re wondering what it’s like there, aren’t you?” Charming added, remembering Sara’s prior interest in the place, “Well what Nightsh- I mean Narkissa, said was pretty much true.”

“Narkissa? Is that the name your master gave you?” Sara asked, but knowing that had to be the case.

“Sure is,” the batmare replied, “I wanted to be renamed Nyx, but my master said that was too common of a name for mares with black fur.”

“Anyways,” Charming continued, “The cities are very different to those in Equestria. A lot less rural, and filled with that Antlertean technology the Society has.”

“Then there are all the different species there,” said Gabby, “In Equestria and Griffonstone, it was hard to see anything other than a gryphon or a pony, but Minopolis has tons of different creatures.”

“All as slaves, right?” Sara said, not seeing any other reason other creatures would be in such a place.

“Mostly,” Blue Yonder confirmed, “But my master took me to a slave yard a few times, and I’ve seen some gryphons freely walking around. I guess that they have some kind of business relation with one another.”

“They have lots of interesting things to see there too.” said Narkissa, “Lots of lewd artwork decorating the city, gladiatorial fights where slaves or minotaur are pitted against each other in combat, and I even got to see a public birthing.”

“So master was telling the truth,” Sara said, remembering how Rubric brought that behavior of his kind up in the past.

“They do it all the time,” Charming added, “I don’t think a day has gone by were the birthing area didn’t have someone up there pushing out a child. I’ve even been taken to watch a few when a slave belonging to a friend of my master was on display.”

“Me too,” said Gabby.

“Me too,” Blue Yonder said, making it so each of them had attended a public birthing, “They put you on a stage, and a few deer attendants act as midwifes as a crowd watches. It looks really embarrassing, but I bet our masters will want us to do the same when the time comes.”

Sara sighed, but having long accepted that she would have to participate in such an event. That bit of humiliation aside, it sounded like Minopolis wasn’t completely horrible, as none of the others were saying anything about it that was overtly negative.

As time went on, the wedding eventually wound down, and came to a close. After everyone got their fill, and said everything they felt they needed to, it was time to wrap things up. The minotaur gathered their slaves, and headed to the back of the room, where a large black crystal awaited, along with the Society’s head mistress.

“Is everyone ready?” Schorl said, her horn glowing with an intense magic, “If so, then I’m opening the portal.”

“I think we’re all ready to head home,” Rubric said, his three slaves leashed to his arm, with Mina showing excitement, and Pathfinder displaying his lack of enthusiasm that in the end the minotaur got everything he wanted. Sara was surprisingly calm, finally accepting fully that this was happening, and that she’d be ok, so long as it was Rubric that owned her. Surely things would happen that would still shock and unnerve her in Minopolis, but she had faith that Rubric wouldn’t allow anything too terrible to happen.

“Then if you would all step through in an orderly fashion,” Schorl said, gesturing to the stone.

“Elder’s first,” said Gabby’s master, Cestus, looking to Blue Yonder’s master, Longinus.

The older minotaur nodded, and walked directly into the stone, tugging his pegasus behind him. The two went through the seemingly solid mass like it was water, and disappeared into its black surface.

“I’ll go next,” said Narkissa’s master, walking to the stone portal.

The batmare happily walked at her master’s pace aside him, but turned back to Sara just in time to give a wave, before being playfully yanked into the stone by her master, who had already gone through.

After Narkissa, went Gabby, and following her was Charming Tale, who managed to tell Sara that she was working on a new book, and that she would try to send her a copy once it was finished. After the unicorn’s departure, all that remained was Rubric and his group of slaves.

“Time to leave,” he said solemnly, understanding that this moment was incredibly important to each of his three slaves, as they would probably never return to this place, either the Society’s facility, or Equestria on the whole.

The minotaur made his way to the crystal portal, walking at a steady pace. Mina, Path, and Sara followed closely behind, and watched as their master merged into the stone, vanishing from sight. Mina was the next to enter, and after her was Path. Just as Sara touched the rock, and the first parts of her body went into it, she heard the crystal mare give one final sentiment.

“Goodbye Sara, I wish you well in your new life.”

The kelpie accepted the kind words from the slaver mare, and closed her eyes as she slipped into the portal, and to her fate.

“We’re here,” she heard her master say on the other side, “Welcome home.”