Unorthodox Job

Gallus sighed. He couldn’t believe he ended up in a situation like this, though he could take solace in the knowledge that he was far from the only one to get into something like this. Gallus’ Friendship School class had recently graduated, and now they were full fledged graduates of friendship. Everypony was going off to do their own thing, maybe go home to family after spending so much time at the school. But, unfortunately, Gallus didn’t really have anyone to return to.

He’s been spending sometime wandering on his lonesome, which’d led him to some less savory corners of Equestria. And many of these involved gambling and such. Gallus figured that he might be a shoe-in for some good luck, so he tried his hand at a few games intent on garnering riches. Unfortunately, he’d soon find himself taking loans in order to fuel this desire. He’d get an occasional small win, but lady luck would not take mercy on him anytime soon.

Gallus found himself deep, deep in debt. And he was at the point where he couldn’t simply hope that a lucky break will save him. Even he’d have to admit that he wasn’t getting out of this easily. He sought out a way for easy money, trying to ask around for good gigs. Unfortunately, a lot of ponies weren’t too into hiring someone with a debt. He kept trying and trying, but would come to similar results of people not willing to hire him.

Except for one.

Eventually, he’d come across a more seedy part of Equestria. A few ponies here claimed to have means of fixing any financial issues. However, they tended to be geared towards prostitution, restaurants of licentious nature, and even… a slave ring. Apparently ponies around here would sell off ponies to help settle debts, and either it was legal, or other ponies were willing to keep quiet about it to keep it running. And Gallus would approach these guys, deciding who couldn’t be caught selling his body to somepony that’d nail him in an alley, and decided he was too proud for those weird restaurants.

So, he’d approach the owner of the ring, a teal mare with a straight mane. She’d make sure he told him as much about him as possible, from how much who owed, who he owed it to, his weight, his weight-lift capacity, buttock-size, dick size, whether or not he’s sexually active… She wanted to get a lot of details out of him, and she said it’d help with certain patrons decide who they want to purchase and who they don’t wanna. Needs to make sure that they’re up to snuff for whatever buyer shows up after all. Anyways, no matter how embarrassing the process was, Gallus would eventually go through the screening and have as much of his specifics written up as possible, and the teal mare would say that he’s ready, and in exchange for a year of service, his debt would disappear.

So, she’d bring him to a yard in the back of the building, where a bunch of other creatures, male or female, would be lined up. The back had only fencing guarding it so that those walking by would see those within and, hopefully, get interested in whatever they see. Gallus would be chained up to a pole, what he considered an unnecessary step. The owner said that she’ll be taking over the debts, and because of that a few ponies would exploit her generosity and see this as an opportunity to flee. So, she decided to forgo niceties after a few too many breakouts, and now everpony has to get leashed up and lie in wait.

And wait and wait he did. Gallus would sit there and wait for somepony, anypony to pop up and try to whisk him away wherever the rest of his slavery stuff would last. However, it would be a long, long process… At first, it took a long time for ponies to even arrive here. Maybe there were a few that’d gotten a bit too prideful to be seen in here, maybe some didn’t have the bits? Whatever the case, those under the mare’s captivity were stuck waiting. She’d regularly come back to feed them and tend to them and bring them inside to wash the dirt off them. On top of that, she’d make sure they’d get… trained… Some of the slaves were taken back in the facility to do all sorts of weird stuff. Gallus would come to learn what those were himself.

One day, the slaveowner would take him by the leash, and then lead him to the building within. He’d be brought to a cushy looking room, the floor nice and carpeted and velvety padding around the walls. It was lit by candles, and had velvet flowers scattered around the area. Gallus was led into the middle of the room.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” the teal pony said.

“Well, first time here,” Gallus said.

“I know what I said,” the teal pony said. “Now, there’s the matter of what a girl’s gonna want to do with you…” She walked a few circles around the griffon, and he could feel her prying eyes look over practically every inch of him. “Lift up one of those hindlegs.” Gallus blushed, before doing as she asked, exposing one of his more intimate parts to the lewd mare. She leaned in close to it, diving her head underneath the lifted hindleg to keep him up in the air. Gallus blushed as her muzzle got worryingly close to right between…

“Th-think y’got a close enough look?” Gallus asked. However, he’d be greeted by the slight sniff from her. Feeling her sniffing beat against his crotch made him wince. “B-be careful there!”

“Hm…” the pony mulled over. She eventually backed away, and circled him again, now letting him set his legs down. As he did, the pony got around to his backside looking over it. Gallus could feel her eyes pry over him, and felt exceptionally exposed under her gaze. He could feel the pony take a few sniffs, which only got him more flustered.

“H-hey!” Gallus declared with a strong blush.

“Just checking you out,” she remarked clinically. She’d then pull away, allowing the griffon to lower his legs. He was still blushing up a storm, especially as the pony circled around to his backside. “Keep that tail up.” Gallus blushed harder as he lifted it, and could feel her scanning over his buttocks. He let out a yelp as she reached up a hoof, and caressed one cheek. She’d rub up and down it, muttering to herself as she stroked. Gallus, meanwhile, shook on his feet as she felt him up. “Hm… firm…”

“Y-yeah, like I already told you…” Gallus muttered as she rubbed.

“Hm…” the teal pony repeated. She’d then bring up another hoof to cup the other cheek, at which she began rubbing the two around, sometimes spreading them to show off everything between. Gallus was positively shaking now, his wings starting to flutter with embarrassment. “Nice and pliable. It’s amazing nopony’s gone and taken you already.”

“U-uh… th-thanks?” Gallus said in discomfort. Soon, however, the pony stopped prying them, and instead let him stand for a bit.

“Now… time for something more… hoofs on…”
…

Gallus woke up, groaning, much later. A few moments ago, he remembered he was in some fancy bedroom. After that, the owner pony touched him all weird. He felt like his mind was swimming with sensations too intense for him to process in a timely fashion. He remembered dirtiness, pleasure… exposure… Gallus blushed as he attempted to think back to what he’d been through, or at least as much as he could possibly remember. For now, his time with the pony was a blur. However, he could register pain in his backside, and a bit of soreness between the legs.

Gallus got up to his feet and rubbed at his head. As he did, he’d hear the familiar jingle of his leash beside him. Looking around, he’d find himself back in that field in the back of the pony’s facility. He sighed, and sat down, intent on lounging until somepony, anypony were to come around. Well, fortunately for him, his brief session with the owner had helped to iron out a few details, making sure that he’d be more… marketable.
…

Gallus would still be sitting around, when a patron would arrive. That day, Gallus would look out around, when he’d see a familiar pink blur dash around. He rose a brow and tried to follow it, when it seemed to zip around the fencing, seeming to pause only to peek in. Eventually, he saw it head in the direction of the front door. The gryphon would try to approach as far as he could to try and get a better read on the speeding creature. He knew few ponies that were quite that energetic.

“Was that…?” he asked himself. Meanwhile, he could hear some scampering within the building itself. He’d walk in its direction, where he’d raise an ear to try and listen in. He’d hear the familiar noise voice of his captor, intermingled with the ramblings of a familiar friend. It sounded like they were discussing, possibly about one of the slaves they were here to purchase. The owner’s more clinical tone would be greeted by the buyer’s more excited voice in a steady rhythm. She was probably listing off one of the slaves’ statistics or something. For now, Gallus watched on curiously, until the back door would eventually open, letting the buyer fly out and in his direction.

“GALLLUS!” an excited voice cried out as a pink pony with a blue mane lunged out in his direction.

“Wah!” the gryphon yelped out as the oncoming hippogriff pounced upon him, knocking him down onto his rear. Indeed, Gallus’ suspicions were starting to come true. Before him stood the pink furred, blue-maned hippogriff he got to know in Friendship School, none other than the bubbly Silverstream.

“Oh my gawk!! Gallus, you’re so poor you had to go and sell yourself into debt slavery?? That’s so hot!” Silverstream suddenly belted out excitedly, her words stringing together almost too fast for the gryphon to keep up. However, as he took in the words, his blush would continue to grow while he squeeze on his tail like it were a stress ball. Apparently, the owner and her were very thorough in discussing about him and his situation, which Gallus was sure would be some kind of violation. Not that he was in any real state to get compensation for this transgression.

“I’m gonna buy you, and then I’ll be your mistress, and you’ll be my slave, and I’ll chain you to my bed every night, and we will fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck!!” Silverstream continued, punctuating her planning with little excited hops. Gallus felt more and more confused about his predicament. He hadn’t expected Silverstream to ever get like this…

“W-woah, slow down!” Gallus requested. “I-I don’t think I follow. F-For a moment, I thought you said you were going to chain me up and-“

“I did!” Silverstream suddenly interrupted. “Well, I was probably gonna pic up somepony some day or later. But when I heard you were over here, I thought that I better come up and get you before somepony else snatches you up!”

“W-what?” Gallus stuttered out in confusion. Meanwhile, the other pony came in towards the post with a keyring in the grip of her teeth. She got in close and leaned down to Gallus’ collar, where she opened up the collar and freed the gryphon. Before he could even realize it, though, Silverstream leans in and pulls him up into a sitting position.

“Come on! We’ve got so much fun to do!” Silverstream said. “And we got a lot of time to do it! Come on!” Faster than Gallus could protest, Silverstream began to pull the gryphon away. As he did, the owner pony showed up.

“Hey, miss? I can offer you another service to make transportation easier, given how fight-y your friend is,” she said. Silverstream looked at her curiously, and Gallus looked towards her in concern. “For 50 bits, I can bind that boy up, gag him, and stuff him in a slave transfer bag.

“Are you…? I-I don’t think that’ll be-“ However, faster than Gallus could protest, Silverstream had suddenly tossed a handful of bits at the owner’s hooves.

“I’ll take it!” she said as she did so. Gallus looked towards her in concern. However, faster than he could react, the owner pony had suddenly pounced towards him, swiftly knocking him down, him only able to mutter out a quick yelp as he’s grounded. While down, the owner pony took out a bunch of rope and began wrapping it around his limbs, tying his hind legs together and his forelegs together. Even his wings’d get pinned to his sides. Before long, a scarf-like device was shoved into his beak, before the pony wrapped either end around the back of his head and tied it tightly. Gallus writhed against the bindings and let out muffled protests, but there was no way he’d be able to get out of this trap. “Oh, I can’t wait until we get home!”

“Oh I’ll bet,” the owner pony said knowingly. She pulled from her hip a large duffel bag. Silverstream saw it, and immediately held Gallus by the ankles, before pulling him into the opening. The gryphon’s muffled voice would get louder, and he’d struggle even harder as she pulled him in. However, try as he might he can’t fight off the bindings. Silverstream was simply scooping him into the bag more and more. He’d keep on shifting around and screaming in confusion. However, especially once the owner pony joined in, the duo were able to get him nice and into the duffel bag, which was swiftly zipped up behind him. Gallus was trapped. He was stuck in the bag, Silverstream walking off. Meanwhile, the owner pony watched them, waving them both off. She couldn’t help but smile, just imagining what that boy would be going through.