The Filly Catalogue

by Davis Collus

009 - Acorn Cap

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Author's Note

009 "Acorn Cap" Earth Pony, Filly

Bio: Former Filly Scout selling cookies door to door. Was collected after she entered a house with her friend to help an old stallion that feigned an injury before locking the pair in his basement. Their kind hearts will be a wonderful addition to our establishment.

Uniform for the filly will only be provided upon request. Clean up may be added to the bill if the uniform is damaged or overly stained.

UPDATE: This filly is currently unavailable due to being on punishment detail after an issue with one of our patrons and the filly not following our rules. Please speak to staff if you would like to participate in our behaviour rehabilitation program.

Traits, subject to change after rehabilitation

009 - Acorn Cap

You trot down the hallway to the sounds of customers with their foals. Moans of delight echo around you along with some screams of pain. Not every filly and colt was accustomed to their new lives yet, but in time they’d all get used to it. You trot all the way to the end of the corridor and take the stairs down to a deeper level where all the lights were permanently off. You take a candle wick from your saddle bags and hold it up as you light it with a match. Proceeding down the dark hallway, you head to a door near the end. The very end door was marked experimental, but that room was only for the worst offenders, meant to change a filly for life. This was the solitary confinement hallway, and down here the rooms were so far away from the others upstairs that any sounds above you had all long since faded to silence. Any pony on this floor in any of these few rooms was only here for punishment, and each room was made soundproof so that foals would feel much more alone.

Tonight, it was your responsibility to teach a young filly that tried to run away a lesson. 009 was her number. That’s all you knew and that’s all you were supposed to care about. Well... this time, that wasn’t true. You’d learned that this foal was a former filly scout who earned a fair number of badges in her day. After learning about the filly, you snuck into the foal locker room where each filly that had any possessions such as jewelry, accessories, or the clothes they were wearing, all were discarded into this room and placed into a small locker. You found her uniform and sash easily enough and while you thought about bringing it all, you decided you only wanted the sash and took it as you left.

As you approached the door, you reached again into your saddle bags and pulled out a single key. After brushing your dark grey mane out your eyes and then unlocking the door, you put the key away and then pulled out the sash covered in small little patches. Pushing open the door you could see it was completely dark inside, save for the small light of your candle.

Inside the room was the filly on a small cot with all four of her legs tied to each corner. Her eyes were covered with a damp blind fold, stained with tears, her ears covered with ear guards blocking out sound, and a black ball gag in her mouth preventing her from crying out. She’d been down in isolation for a week where they had fed her baby food laced with cum, bathed her and helped her use the bathroom, all while keeping her blindfolded, not allowed to see anything that was going on. No doubt the stallions had had their fun with her during these cleaning times, but after that she was tied to the bed again and had her punishment continue.

Trapped in darkness, alone in silence, unable to see or hear anything. Not even the sound of the vibrator in her pussy could be heard, only felt as it buzzed, pulsed and stayed on constantly, randomly increasing or decreasing in power. They even changed the size and shape of the vibrator everyday, never letting her get used to it. All the while though, her asshole was always stuffed with a long buttplug, only removed so the filly could relieve herself during cleaning. If she spoke, she’d get no food that night. She learned quickly to stay quiet after complaining about the taste of her first punishment meal. Now she would only moan and cry out after each forced orgasm of her tender pussy, as she was forced to endure it night after night. Never a moment's rest until she passed out from exhaustion.

Though from what you’ve heard, this filly was getting off light compared to her friend who had attacked the customer during a threesome and gave this filly the chance to escape.

Acorn Cap was struggling and moaning in discomfort since you walked in. No doubt close to another pained orgasm. She’d been subjected to these forced orgasms so long that her cunny was all red and puffy around the vibrating tool, held in place with duct tape. You stood and watched as she came again, adding to the wetness of the sheets under her. She rolled her head to the side and barely flexed her hips into the air as her weak orgasm hit her. You were positive the filly probably lost count how many times she’d cum just on that day alone. Her little cunt was just so red and puffy from being over stimulated, you felt a little sorry for her. Being a mare, you understood what it was like to cum with a raw vagina, so you could only imagine what this filly was going through. You placed the sash at the end of her cot and sat down besides the filly. Instantly she froze up, and her moans went silent. You gently pat her head, stroking her golden brown mane. Reaching over her small form, you gently switch off the vibrator and then rub her soft light brown belly.

After she relaxes, you start to undo her restraints on each leg. One by one the filly brings them all close to herself, except her hind legs. Her genitals were so raw and stuffed, any movement was painful. After she curled herself up, you quickly pulled the duct tape off, causing her to yelp in pain and reach down to where it was, covering it up. You then gently pulled the vibrator from her cunny as she moaned into her gag and once it was free, she breathed a sigh of relief. The thing was soaked in her juices as you dropped it onto the cot. The buttplug you left inside her as you moved up to her head and removed the ball gag. She panted and licked her dry lips, but said nothing. She’d learned well. Next you removed her ear guards and dropped them to the floor which made the filly twitch. That was probably loud for her, considering everything was just pure silence till then.

“Sorry,” you say in a whisper.

The filly seemed confused at this. Normally the headgear always stayed on, even when she would be cleaned, raped and cleaned again. That never changed and her captures certainly never said they were sorry. Next you pulled her blindfold off, but she kept her eyes shut a little longer, taking her time, slowly, to open them.

“It’s alright dear, you can talk now.” You tell her gently.

The filly finally looked up at you and saw you were alone. She looked so confused and then spoke in a small, hoarse voice.

“Is it over?” She asked, hopeful.

You gently stroke her mane but tell her not yet. She looked heartbroken but you assured her it will be if she can pass a simple test and swear she’ll never run again. Immediately she sat up, swearing that she wouldn’t, that she’ll never ever run away, that she was sorry and learned her lesson. It was nice to see this, you loved to see it first hoof when a filly would finally accept their place here, happy that bad fillies could be re-trained and brought into the fold. However, you still had a job to do. You reach over and pick up the filly’s sash, her eyes sparkled when you gave it to her. She sat up, reached for the sash and took it eagerly.

“This is my Filly Scout sash!” She says, a tone of happiness in her voice.

“Yes, it was about to be burned but I managed to save it.”

“Burned?” The filly looked horrified, then grateful, then immediately confused. “But… why? Aren't you…” She didn’t finish her question, clearly afraid to upset you.

You smile and tell her that you too were once a Filly Scout. A troop leader in fact, and when you heard she was in a troop before coming here, you wanted to meet her and to talk to her about it. The both of you sat for a while talking about camping trips, toasting marshmallows, donation drives and a lot of fun stuff, but then when the topic of selling cookies came up, she went very quiet. This was how she was foal-napped in the first place, being tricked into the stranger’s house. You finally decide that you’ve talked long enough and you’ve made your choice.

“So tell me, how many knots can you tie? I’ve seen your knot tying badge.” You say, pointing at the badge with a hoof.

“Oh, I know a lot!” She said eagerly. “I know the Windsor Knot, the Figure 8 Knot, the Clove Hitch-” You stop her with a hoof.

“Do you know how to tie a noose?” You ask.

“A noose?” She looks confused, like she’s never heard of one before.

“Like this.” You raise your flank and show it to the filly.

Your cutie mark was a noose with a love heart next to it. The filly shakes her head and you then reach into your saddle bag and pull out a thick long piece of rope, holding it up to the earth pony. You tell her that you’re here to give her a few tests and if she can pass all three, her punishment time would be over. The first test would be knot tying. All she had to do was create a strong noose. She immediately looks worried, but you promise to help guide her through it. The second test would be about athletics, nothing more than simply keeping her balance while distracted. The third would simply be an obedience test. Couldn’t be simpler, you told her.

“Can... can I remove it?” She asked, eyes darting downwards to her rump. The buttplug was still inside her and was probably uncomfortable for the filly, since she was sitting on it. You say that she can’t, because it’s part of the athletics and endurance test, working with distractions. She nodded, not questioning it as you gave the rope to her.

Slowly you start by explaining how to hold the rope, holding it together at three points and wrapping it around itself over and over again. She does this at least seven times before you stop her and tell her to thread the rope all rest of the way through the loop at the top. She follows all your instructions and you’re surprised that she managed it so easily. You look from her blank flank and wonder if maybe this filly and yourself could have the same mark by the end of this. It was how you got yours after all. Although, you weren’t the one who was hanging from it.

You take the noose and praise the filly for a job well done. It was perfect. You then moved a step ladder out from the darkest corner of the room and threaded it though a hook in the ceiling. The filly watched in confusion as you did this, not sure what you were doing. Once it was up, you held the long end of the rope in your teeth as you pushed the cot all the way to the edge of the room, the filly jumping off the bed with some discomfort. Next you grabbed a stool and placed it beneath the noose. The tiny earth pony looked up at you, not sure what was going on.

You tell her the next test is to stand on the stool, and not fall off of it. She walked gingerly towards the stool, worried that this was a trick, that the mare would push her off or something. Sure enough, the stool was small, only just enough room for all four of her hooves, but she managed it. In fact, the only difficult part was the stool was a little wobbly, with one leg a millimetre shorter than the others. However, while she was so focused looking down, keeping her balance, she didn’t notice as you slipped the noose around her neck before it was too late! She immediately started to struggle before you pulled it tight.

“W-What are you doing?!” She said in a panic.

You smile as you pull on the rope lifting the filly up into the air causing her to choke and cut off her oxygen. You slowly lower her back down so she could stand on the stool again to breathe. Acorn sucked in a big gulp of air as she looked at you. She understood what was going on now. The noose around her neck, the unstable stool.

“No! No please! I-I don’t want to die!” She said with fresh tears starting to form.

“Well then, don’t fail the second test. If you fall… well, then you fail.”

“W-what’s… test three?” She said in fear, trying to control her breathing. With the rope wrapped around your hoof, you pull it tight causing the filly to stand up tall and straight while you keep it taught, stopping the filly from looking down at her hooves.

You take a step to the side, pulling the noose a little higher, making the filly squeak in a panic as her front hooves were lifted off the stool, and you grabbed another object in the room. All the tools you needed for tonight were waiting right where you left them earlier. In your other hoof you now held a long flat wooden paddle. You walk back to show it to the filly scout as she’s lowered down again and immediately she froze up. You begin to explain that the third test is obedience. All she has to do is count. Every time you smack across her ass, she has to count it off.

“H-how many?” she asks, shaking in fear.

“Twenty,” You tell her with a chirpy smile. ”Also, I’ve been told that if the worst happens and you fail the test… it’s acceptable losses.”

The filly starts to fully cry now, fearing that she’s actually going to die. Staying on the wobbly stood while being beaten? You know it’s going to be difficult, even if she was at full strength, but this filly was exhausted.

“Y-y-you’re going to try a-and knock me o-off on purpose, aren’t you?! I thought you were a n-nice pony!!” She shouts at you, hurt.

“Aww, don’t say that. I want you to pass this test. Really, I do. But… I also want you to be obedient for me.”

SMACK!

You bring the paddle hard across her right flank and she screams out in pain, sobbing loudly. She wasn’t ready and wobbled on the stool. She quickly regains her balance but you have to remind her to count the smacks and to count them loudly.

“O-o-one.” She says weakly.

“Louder!” You yell as you bring the paddle onto the same spot. She screams again!

“Two!”

Another smack with the paddle, this time on her left side of her ass.

“Three!” She screams out!

She screams again and again as you smack her flanks from all different angles. You even smack her ass, right against the butt plug, causing her a lot of internal agony against her incredibly tender insides, causing a strangled higher pitched scream and almost forgetting to count it. She’s wobbling a lot more on the stool now and almost losing her balance by the ninth hit. The teardrops fall from her face to the floor as she gasps for air from so much screaming and controlling herself. You bring the paddle back, and smack her now red ass once again, but this time when she screamed out, her hooves slip and she slightly loses her balance, almost falling off the stool. She struggles to try and get her balance back, unable to look down but she manages it and then lets out a shaky gasp.

“Oh dear…” You say with a smile. “You forgot to say ten.”

The filly’s eyes open wide and she shouts ten repeatedly, each time a little louder in panic, but it’s too late. You wrap the rope around your hoof a few more times, raising the filly up and causing her to struggle as the noose chokes her. The tiny earth pony uses what strength she has to grab the noose around her throat and hold herself up while only the tips of her hind legs found stability on the rocky stool. You grin at her predicament.

“Please,” She says desperately. “Please, let me back down! I’m sorry!”

You tell her that you’re happy she can still talk because that meant she could keep counting. And with that, you smacked her on the flanks again, the sound continuing to echo off the walls with her now more strangled screams of pain. The filly’s rump was looking very red by this point, but there was still more to come. She called out eleven, twelve, thirteen, as you continued to tenderise her ass. Each hit caused another strangled scream, each hit knocking her more off balance, causing her spin in the air before she had to replant her hooves on the stool.

Just then you realised how much this was turning you on. Reaching down to your own privates you can feel your juices dripping down your thighs. You had always had a lust for this kind of thing, watching fillies and colts being hung, watching them turning blue in the face.

You remembered back with your old coltfriend, back when you were a young blank flank filly, and he was an elder scout master. He wasn’t your coltfriend at first, just an older stallion who prayed after you. Always sneaking you into his tent on camping trips, fondling you in a backroom under your uniform, dumping a load in your belly before sending you back out to the others. You didn’t like it at first, but the more it happened the more you realised it made him so happy, and it made you happy in turn, being a good filly for him. But getting cum stains out of your beret wasn’t easy. He had you at his house often, after you allowed yourself to be his personal pet you’d often suck him off while he choked himself with a belt, trying to see if you could get him to cum before he passed out, yet he would always let go early, which you felt ruined the fun. While standing on his bed, licking at his stallionhood, you thought it would be so much more fun if he didn’t have control over that belt, and so the next time you were together, you showed him that with your expert knot tying skills you made your very first noose. It was funny to you that despite everything he’d ever done with you, this was the first time you ever got wet without being touched. Making the noose made you hot, slipping it around his neck made you wet, but the moment you pushed him off the soap box and watched him hanging naked, struggling, kicking... You were dripping! You sucked hungrily on the stallion’s cock as you jilled yourself off with a hoof for the first time ever, and also for the first time, you were the first to cum, and that earned your cutie mark. The noose with a heart.

You step in front of Acorn and look at her cunny, red and sore from the vibrators, only a little wet now since it had been a while. You rubbed at your pussy as you drove your muzzle into her sweet little petals and lapped away at her, enjoying her sounds as she squealed out, keeping perfectly still but keeping her legs together to keep her balance on the stool, making it so much harder for you, but making her little tunnel tighter as you slip your tongue inside her. Her tight walls and sweet taste were driving you wild as you rubbed at your own cunt, getting yourself off while she’s struggling not to fall, her legs wobbling as she’s getting close to cumming again despite all she’s been through. Perhaps she’s become so sensitive to it that you could add ‘Cums easily’ to her traits in the catalogue now.

You pull out your tongue slowly then lick up, flicking against her clit. The filly squeaks again and twitches, so close to a finish but not quite there. You bring your own cum soaked hoof against her fillyhood and soak her entire genitalia with your juices, mixing them all together as you look up into her teary eyes.

“Let’s finish this, shall we?” You say, desperately wanting to get this filly onto the bed to force her to eat you out and get you to finish.

Raising the paddle and returning to behind her, you smack her intentionally harder causing the filly on shaky legs to stumble. She screamed out loud again and you smack her flanks again immediately, not waiting for her to count fifteen or sixteen, only more than happy to let her scream out. Seventeen and eighteen followed, all in rapid succession with the hits coming hard and fast as the former filly scout hollered in pain. Unable to even get a syllable out before another paddling back against her backside. She was getting weak now, no longer able to hold herself up as her whole body collapsed for just a moment. Just as that happened your next smack hit her hard against the butt plug again, which caused the filly to jolt up, land on the stool, causing it to wobble worse than ever and slip out from under her, toppling over onto the floor.

You felt yourself being pulled upwards as the filly came falling down, but didn’t hit the floor. She was now properly being hung by the noose. Her tired, shaky forehooves were unable to hold her full weight up and she was choking. You watched as the filly fought and struggled to breathe as she kicked her legs out, trying to reach the fallen stool below her. It was just like your old scout master. And like him, this filly didn’t have long left to live. She looked at you, silently begging you to help her but you only watched as you held her up off the ground. Her life literally in your hooves. She had made it to nineteen out of twenty smacks. She had failed.

But she was such a hot little filly and it would be such a waste to lose her. You walk up to her as she’s turning purple in the face and look her in the eyes.

“Will you ever try to run again?”

You ask simply. Immediately she shakes her head as much as she can. You smile before asking another question.

“Will you let strangers ravage and abuse your body every night for years to come? Obey every request, no matter how deplorable?”

The filly closed her eyes and nodded yes again. Her last few tears squeezed out from her eyes as she gave in.

“Will you become my personal fuck toy? Make me cum every night until i fall asleep, allow me to do this to you again and do everything I say without question?”

You could feel your grin stretching almost off your face with glee and excitement. However the filly was turning blue and had become almost unresponsive. She was on the verge of losing consciousness, before finally a single weak nod of her head indicated that she'd rather choose that kind of life, than allow herself to die.

In a heartbeat, you release the rope and catch the filly before she hits the floor. Quickly you lay her down on the bed and remove the noose from her neck as she begins to let loose rattling coughs and deeply gasping for air. You gently rub her back as she dry heaves on the bed and once she calms down a little, you take the noose and throw it onto the table against the wall, along with the stool, just kicking it out the way. You then return to the bed as Acorn, no, 009 continues to hold and rub at her throat which had a deep red mark around it now and kept taking more deep breaths, just laying on her side, shaking.

You climb on to the bed and spread your legs before her. With a single attention seeking cough, she looks up at you slowly and nods. The filly showed no resistance, said nothing and didn’t hesitate. She began crawling to you and stuck her tiny muzzle into your pussy, licking away at your sopping juices. You wrap your legs around her head and hold her in place, and to your surprise she doesn’t struggle or fight it, just continues to take shaky hot breaths against your cunt as she laps away at it with her small tongue. You lean back and relax, enjoying the sensations of the filly pleasuring you, but you notice something uncomfortable under your back. Reaching under yourself, you grab the filly scout’s sash with dozens of badges on it. You hold it up before her.

“Tell me, 009, do you want to keep this?”

She doesn’t answer, barely giving it a glance.

“It’ll be thrown out and burned if you don’t.” You say but still she doesn’t respond, only focuses on munching away between your legs.

Looks like she passed the test afterall. The filly, Acorn Cap, is gone and now 009 is ready to return to work. You let the sash fall to the floor in a heap, and enjoy the benefits of a job well done.

Traits, post rehabilitation.

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