The Filly Catalogue

by Davis Collus

010 - Ginger Snap

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Author's Note

010 "Ginger Snap" 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.

And best friend of 009

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

010 - Ginger Snap

You stand before a door in the solitary confinement section of the brothel, alone in the dark with your candle burning brightly. The stallion who led you here standing at the foot of the stairs, merely watching. However, the anticipation of what could be on the other side of this door has you still and excited. You knew that inside this room was the filly who had bit you as you deepthroated her roughly and she was inside right now, getting what she deserved. As compensation for the little slut biting your dick, and leaving you sore for a few days with an ice pack, you were now getting a free session with her until you were satisfied that she’d been punished enough. Outside of permanent damage or breaking bones, you were free to do anything you wanted to her. Whip her, strangle her, use her as a toilet… Okay, maybe that last one wasn’t really in your desire book, but still you were allowed to be violent and even cruel to her if you wanted.

You suspected that this brothel didn’t get many griffin customers like yourself and that’s why they were being extra nice to you, hoping you’d bring back word to your other griffin friends about how good this place was. They even let you have two fillies to yourself after you asked if that was an option. Your desire to rape one of the filly’s with your barbed cock while the other watched and masturbated to the whole affair was such a turn on for you. Afterwards you’d make them swap rolls, having the former victim touch her sore cunt while the other experiences the pain of what happened to their friend. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as you planned, and you wanted to see this little one pay for that.

You opened the door and the light of your candle shined into the dark room, revealing the light creamy yellow little filly. Her eyes were bloodshot and wet from crying, her formally pretty orange mane was now hanging haggard and loose down the sides of her face that was in a grimace of constant pain, and her body was covered in red marks where she had been lashed with a whip, front and back. There was no gag so clearly she was made to scream as loud as they could get her too. They really took punishment here to the next level. But the icing on the cake of this brutalised looking filly was the Wooden Horse that she was sat on. The medieval device was one you had only heard of in history books. You never imagined they still existed. Both of her hindlegs were hanging over each side of it with the point of the frame pushing up into her abused cunt. Each of her hind legs had heavy looking weights attached to them, pulling her down for the maximum level of pain and discomfort. Her forelegs were tied behind her back and she was wearing a collar that had two chains attached to it. One was connected onto the front of the wooden horse and the other on the back, keeping the filly from leaning forwards or backwards.

You don’t know how long she’d been left there, but even a few minutes of this would have been tortuous. She squinted against the light of the candle and then as you stepped inside the dark room she seemed to recognise you.

“P-p-please…” she whispered dryly, her voice horribly scratchy from where she’d been screaming. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’ll be good, I’ll be a g-good girl this time.”

You walk over to the triangular prism shaped torture device she was sat on and pressed against the pointy top of it, seeing how it felt against your claw. It wasn’t so sharp that it would split her in half or damage her beyond repair, but it definitely wasn’t blunt either. It was uncomfortable just to lean on it so you could only imagine how her sensitive pussy must have felt. You looked at her cunt and saw it was red raw and swollen, even purple in some spots. No doubt she’d been here a very long time.

You went to touch and feel her swollen cunny; She didn’t move or flinch, but she did start to shake in panic.

“Please, no! It hurts so much! Please don’t touch it! Please please please!!”

You look her in the eyes, her beautiful green eyes, and see the fresh tears start to flow. You say to her that you thought she wanted to be a good girl, and if that was true, she wouldn’t deny you anything.

“Please! I-I’ll suck your d-dick again. Prop-properly! I’ll make it really feel good. Really really good!” She begged. “You can do anything you want with me, and I’ll do everything you say. Just please! Please get me down! I-I can’t… f-feel my legs anymo-o-ore!!” She said, sobbing hysterically.

You can tell that this punishment detail really worked. Your first time with her had been a struggle to deal with. You were told she and her friend, 009, would be obedient and do everything you said, but from the moment you pushed her and her friend down on the bed and started to fondle their cunts with your claws they began to struggle, no doubt not used to a griffin's claw in their pussy. You then pulled this filly before you off the bed then shoved your cock in her mouth, wanting to get it ready before raping her cunt while her friend watched. However the moment you hit the back of her throat with your barbed cock, scratching the inside of her throat painfully, she clamped down on it with her teeth, biting you viciously. You had screamed so loudly that a unicorn stallion had run in and held her jaw open with magic and pinned her to the bed while another checked on you. During the commotion, 009, had run out the open door and fled the building. You heard they caught her and she was just in the next room receiving her punishment. The teeth marks on your shaft this filly had left took days to fade away before you could get hard again. While you recovered, the stallion in charge had come to see you. He apologized and promised you any filly you wanted, free of charge and that 010 was being punished and re-trained for purposes of a more aggressive nature. You asked, as part of a settlement, if you could watch the discipline sessions, to watch as the filly was punished. Not only did he allow it, but he encouraged it.

You had watched as the filly was flogged with a whip while suspended by her hooves from the ceiling, then the next day she was attached to a fucking machine that went in both her pussy and asshole while chained over a box. One day, she even had her head tilted back and jaw pried open as stallions came in her mouth and she was forced to hold it there until ordered to swallow. Through each session she would beg, apologize and scream for mercy, but soon the begging stopped, soon she resigned herself to hear fate and only screamed. At least she did when her mouth wasn’t being used. Threats were given that she’d have her teeth pulled out if she ever bit a customer again and a pair of tongs were even kept close by, as a visual reminder. During that time, you had recovered and were promised that on her final night of punishment detail, you’d get to evaluate her. See if she was worth putting back on to rotation after a week of these disciplinary techniques.

You looked her up and down as she cried, hurt, broken. You reach out with a claw and rub her sore little cunt, making her scream out in pain as you stroke gently across it, targeting her little clit. Yes, her abused pussy was definitely at it’s limit. You tell her that you’ll let her down if she does absolutely everything you say, no talking back, no begging or whining. One word or even a moments hesitation, she’d be back on the horse and you’ll fuck her on there for the rest of the night. She screams “Yes!” several times so you stop touching her and slowly undo the binds on her forelegs behind her back. Instantly she moves them down to the Wooden Horse and gently tries to hold herself up just a bit to alleviate some of the pressure, but she doesn’t even lift herself up, the pain is too much to even attempt it. You keep untying her slowly, the leash attached to the front and back of the frame now falling limp, hanging from the collar and letting her lean forward a little.

You grasp her under her forelegs and with a shriek from the filly, you lift her off the device but you notice that she’s incredibly heavy. You then remember the weights still attached to her, these weights made it so she weighed almost as much as a full grown mare. No wonder she’d been in so much pain. You set her down on the floor and instantly she collapsed, lying prone on the cold floor unmoving. Her hind legs clearly couldn’t support her weight anymore after everything. You ask her if she can stand, but after a moment of realising she can’t even feel her legs, she starts to cry in earnest, fearing that she’ll never walk again. You’re sure she’ll recover, given enough time; that or become a permanent living cum vegetable, good for nothing more than having loads dumped into her and then pushing out foals of her own to be used and abused. However, this left you low on options for what you wanted her to do.

You remind her that she said she’d do anything you ordered her to do, that if she doesn’t want to go back on that frame, she’ll be a good filly and kiss your cock where she bit you. She’d kiss it, lick it and apologize for ever hurting it. The fear in her eyes showed as she didn’t ever want to go back onto the wooden frame. The former filly scout dragged herself across the floor with her lower half not cooperating and still with the weights attached. You smirked are you watched her desperately struggle, fighting to not say it was too hard and she couldn’t. But yet she did. You sat on the edge of a bed in the corner as she slowly reached you, pulling herself up to your crotch and started to kiss the base of your already fully erect cock.

“I’m sorry.” She said as she kissed it. “Please forgive me.” Another kiss and then a lick up and down your shaft feeling incredible. “I’m a good filly.” Kiss. “I’m a good filly.” Kiss. She kept repeating the words over and over between kisses. As she kissed and licked your shaft, she used her hooves to hold herself up against your crotch and left her mouth to do all the work.

She certainly was so much different now. Gone was the filly who didn’t want to touch a Griffin’s cock. Now here she was, kissing and tenderly loving it with her small mouth. You tell her to suck on your balls and she does so without hesitation. The feeling of her tongue was so warm and gentle. She was so good at this now and to think, all she needed was a little retraining. You grab her head and then push her back to look her in the eyes. She looks like she’s ready to fall down but you hold her by the neck, choking her as you give her her next order; To choke herself on your dick!

If her training was complete now, she’d do it without question. She looked at you fearfully as you kept strangling her but still she slowly opened her maw as you directed her to the tip of your barbed cock and took it all the way into the back of her throat as you let her go. The creme coloured filly scout twitched and sputtered around your shaft as it poked at her with the little sharp bards all the way around the shaft. A griffin's cock was designed to hold the male’s penis inside the female so it wouldn’t fall out as they bred them while they struggled to get free due to the pain it caused. All female griffins had to succumb to this pain each time a male wanted to breed a female and there was never any tenderness in the mating ritual.

Your cock continued to uncomfortably scratch at the filly’s throat and lips as she held herself against the base of your cock, nose buried in your soft feathery undercarriage. You could hear her audibly gagging; a mixture of pain and suffering from being unable to breathe. You gently pet her mane, calling her a good girl. A good, well trained, perfect little cock sock. Her shaking and vibrations were starting to get you off as she held herself there, however this little one needed to breathe soon.

Grabbing her mane, you begin to thrust in and out of her throat at great speeds. Your wings extend as your claws hold her mane tight and she now fully ragdolls herself against you, not having the strength to hold on any more. The sounds of her gagging and squealing in pain from your cock scratching up her throat was so delightful. You’d been so pent up since that day and you quickly release your hot cum directly into her stomach and then rightly pull out, making her scream and splutter. You hold her by the back of her mane as you let your cock slap against her face and jerk yourself off with the other claw, letting a few more spurts of cum cover her face and mane. She coughs and inhales deeply against your cock trying to catch her breath as you hold her up still.

You take a few deep breaths yourself after so many weeks of being pent up and finally getting that release. You let her go and roughly she falls to the floor. You get up and stand over her, turning her head to face you. You can see the tears in her eyes, yet she wasn’t crying, she wasn’t begging for mercy; there was pain and discomfort and fear, but yet she didn’t fight, she was merely looking at you, wondering what you would do to her next. What you’d make her do.

Yes, there was no doubt to you now that her re-training was complete and she was ready to be added back onto the rotation. But the night was young and you were promised that you could have this filly until you were completely satisfied.

And griffins are never completely satisfied.

Traits, Post rehabilitation

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