The Filly Catalogue

005 - Coconut Creme

You raise your head and look out into the restaurant as more ponies start to come inside. You groan slightly to yourself as it was almost closing time, but now you’ve gotta cater to these late comers. Luckily your co-worker was already walking over to them to show them to a table and take care of them. All the ponies who came to this restaurant were always dressed up in fine suits and dresses, showing off their prim and proper Canterlot elite looks, but you know that each and every one of them had an ugly side to them, in one way or another. Sure, this was a three hooves standard restaurant and that meant elite cuisine, but unlike any other restaurant, the reason that most of the ponies walked through those doors, and what made this place so special, were the desserts.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw at table six that the stallion and his date had finished their main course and were now looking for their hostess. Scooping up a pen and notepad in your magic, you head over to the pair, putting on your best smile.

“How are you both doing? All finished for the night? How were your meals?” You ask politely, taking their plates away as the stallion visually gives you the all clear to take them.

“It was simply delightful! My dear lady and I are simply enchanted by your chef’s fabulous cooking.” The stallion said happily. He seemed like a polite gentle-stallion. Not the typical snobbish type you were used to.

“I’ll be sure to pass on your compliments.” You say just as happily, “Can we get you two anything else for tonight?”

“Oh, we’d very much like to see your dessert menu, if you please?”

Without a word, you simply materialise a pair of menus and float them into their hooves.

“Would you like a moment to decide? I can come back if you would like some time to discuss?”

“No, no my dear, we won’t be but a moment. I have a strong desire for something already and I wanted to- Ah ha! Yes, the Sweet Strawberry Surprise! My favourite, don’t you know, dear.”

He waggled his eyebrows to his date who smiled at him before returning to look at her own menu. This mare seemed the silent type, speaking only in whispers. She then learned over to the stallion and spoke to him quietly, barely audible to yourself.

“Splendid!” The stallion said loudly, before returning to his normal volume, turning back to face you. ”She too would like the strawberries, but would like the thicker assortment of cream squirted over it, if you know what we mean, while I myself would like mine just to be coated in the sauce that gives it that extra sweet taste.”

“I understand perfectly, please do give me a moment and I’ll return to you soon.”

“Excellent. Do take your time, dear. We understand that these things take a while, and as you know, anticipation makes the heart grow fonder!” He said with a chuckle.

You turn away from the pair with a polite nod and head into the kitchen. The moment the door closes behind you, your faux smile disappears. Customers came in many types in this place. The ones who joked, the snooty ones, the ones who talked too much, the aggressive ones who made overbearing demands; but there was always a constant. If a customer chose a dish labelled “Sweet Surprise”, it meant they wanted something special. Sure the customer could request any food item along with it, but looking at the menu was usually just an act. Customers like those two already knew what they were getting.

As you walked through the kitchen, you used your magic to scoop up ten strawberries from the fridge and a pair of plates off the side, dividing the little fruits up evenly between the two. You then walked out the back and into the store room.

While the menu had many rich, exotic desserts to choose from; Cakes, pastries, ice cream, etc. It also had an option much lower on the menu and far more expensive to put off an average customer from looking at it twice. For if they chose the expensive dessert option, that was just code for one thing. They were here to indulge in their depravities.

You stop in front of a large walk-in freezer and look around to make sure there was no one there that wasn’t supposed to be. After making sure it was clear, as per your given instructions, you then spoke the passcode to the freezer door which pulsed blue and then opened by itself. The freezer door was enchanted so that anyone who physically opened it, would find an ice cold freezer with food in it. But if you spoke the words in Equestrian Fancy “Ouvert Pour Moi” it would become an entrance to a soundproofed room hidden under the restaurant.

This was a highly advanced magic skill, and it worries you to this day of just the kind of powerful ponies you work for. When you first started working here to pay off a debt that you owed to the wrong ponies, you learned to not ask questions, just do your job. These ponies were dangerous and you had witnessed it first hand, and the only way you can manage to do this job is to turn off all emotions, all thoughts, all worries, and especially… all your morals.

With the door now open, you could see into the room. Inside you could see three foals, each chained to the same wall, gagged and blindfolded, hanging from their forehooves and stood on a small shelf, enough to give the chains a tiny bit of slack, but high enough so that they were each in a position for you to have easy access with their genitals at eye level. One of them began to struggle, seemingly desperate to get free, chairs rattling against their restraints. Or maybe the colt had been struggling all along and stopped for a brief moment of surprise, then redoubled his efforts?

You pushed the thought from your mind like everything else and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. This room was nothing but the inside of a large grey metal box, with the freezer door behind you, one set of steel double doors on the other side of the room, and six sets of chains, three on each wall, with a platform below each, just big enough for almost a full foal sized hoof. Only three of these were in use at the moment as it was close to closing time and the exhausted foals were gradually being taken away for the night to do things that you have guessed would be unpleasant for each of them. One filly and two colts hung from the right wall, naked, with their hind legs spread wide open by a spreader bar and vibrators attached to their genitals on a low gentle pulse, keeping them all in a state of forced arousal.

You take the plates of strawberries with you to the filly that seemed to be shaking. Either she was cold, on the verge of orgasm, or terrified. She had a light cyanish grey coat and a green, yellow, and purple striped mane. She’d been here a few times over the last month and you remembered the day they brought her in. Separated from her class and then rape by two ponies, one of which was your work colllege on a box of strawberries. You remember that the customer was very satisfied with his dessert that day. You never heard her name before she was taken away for training, but since then you’ve heard them call her 005.

The foal to her left was a very small colt with white with light brown patches, called 008. He was the only colt that they ever brought in for a while and prices for him were very high due to limited supply. Until, of course, the one next to him came in.

The colt on the far end was struggling constantly and was dubbed 011. A light grey pegasus with dark swooped back hair and no cutiemark. Like the filly and colt in front of you, this foal will soon have the fight taken out of him, be trained up to service every creature from across equestria and beyond, realise that they’ll never be free from this tourture and reside themselves to their fate. Some of which you've seen actually learn to enjoy it. But willing or not, all foals that came into this room had only one purpose, and that was dessert.

Speaking of which, you take your eyes away from the pegasus and focus on the pair of earth ponies before you. Looking down at the filly’s more intimate area, you see that the vibrator is still buzzing at a steady pulse. They always used one of the small bullet types and pushed it deep into her pussy so there was room to work, they then taped the connecting wire and power switch to her inner thigh. She was soaking wet down there, as intended.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

This was something you learned to say to yourself each time things started to get to you. You had a job to do and this was just another part of it, like smiling for a customer and not really feeling it, this was the same. Without feeling or emotion, you take the strawberry in your magic and press it against the filly’s already sopping wet slit, rubbing it backwards and forwards, rotating the little fruit as you completely cover it in the earth filly’s forced excitement.

The filly lets out a little squeal that was muffled by the gag but you ignore it. The filly began to breathe heavier and squirm as the first strawberry was fully coated with her juices and returned to the plate. You then press the second one to her snatch and continue rubbing it into her puffy red slit. On the third one, you noticed that she wasn’t as wet anymore and her cum was spread out too thin. Using your hoof, you reach for the switch and up the vibration and speed of the pulse on the bullet vibe inside her to increase the flow of her juices. You’ve done this process so many times now that you’ve made it up in your head that this is no more different to you than turning on a tap for water. It’s one of the things you’ve learned to desensitise yourself to this whole experience.

The effect was instant as she tensed up again and began to wiggle in earnest. The third and forth strawberries were soon soaked as she took in a few shaky breaths through her nose as she automatically started bucking her hips as her orgasm loomed closer. With the fifth strawberry held up in your magic, you placed it right up against her pussy and gently pushed it half way into her. This filly was used to this part by now and had learned to not tense up or move. You continued to push the fruit into her until it eventually slipped all the way in. 005 was taking in noisey deep breaths now, trying to control herself and not to squeeze down on the small intruder inside her and squash it. You knew she didn’t want to get in trouble again. With that, you turned up the vibrator to its maximum, no pulse, just buzzing away constantly until it brought her to orgasm. You then turned your attention away from the filly, towards the colt, as she continued to try and control herself.

This wouldn’t take you long here, as unlike with the fillies where you have to coat each strawberry, here with the colts, all you had to do was make them cum directly onto the plate and make sure it lands on the dessert. The small earth pony colt was wiggling too as the cock ring that was around his cock and balls made them look swollen and sensitive, he was practically begging for release as his orgasm had been denied for a while now. The cock ring buzzed away against the back of his balls and around his penis, keeping him on the edge. It would automatically slow down when he got harder, and buzz faster when he got softer. He was almost always primed to cum when needed. The pegasus colt was set up like this too, but he was just serviced from the last table, so he wouldn’t have much to give for a time.

Taking 008’s cock in your hooves, you slowly began to jerk him off holding the plate at the right angle to hit the pile of strawberries. Again, this gave you no pleasure, enjoyment or satisfaction, you didn’t even feel guilty by this point. This was just as ordinary as a milkmaid milking a cow. Thinking on that, you do think this colt resembles a tiny cow, with his white coat and brown patches, he even makes noises like one. You shake your head and tune that voice from your head. You shouldn’t make jokes, you’ve just got to do your job and forget all about it when you walk out the door.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

After a few seconds of jerking the colt off, he moans through his gag and thrusts his hips forward against your grip. As you hold his small penis tight, you make sure to aim it so he shoots his cum directly across the plate, covering the strawberries. One squirt was followed by another as you rotated the plate to add a curved design, with a third squirt to complete the circle. The final part of the colts orgasm was more of a dribble which you simply moved the plate closer to collect, aiming for the very top one strawberry. the final piece of the desserts artistry. Then with that done and the colt hanging limp once again, you let him go and step back to the filly that was already in the throes of her own orgasm, a few strands of filly cum dripping onto the floating plate of strawberries. Focusing your magic again, you pluck the heavily coated strawberry from inside her pussy and balance it onto the top of the others. The cum soaked fruity treat was slowly dripping down onto the ones below it, giving them a little extra coating. You hold the plate between her legs to catch the excess cum as one or two more drops fell from her abused snatch, while the rest of it trailed down her inner thigh.

At that moment, the double doors opened up, startling you, and out from the elevator came two griffins, pushing along a crate on a trolley.

“I’m telling you, she almost fucked up so bad that they were going to take her privileges away, lock her up, give her back her number and be done with her. Just another number in the catalogue.” The first grey griffin said, laughing.

“Serves her right.” The second, much stronger looking one responded. “That little Cozy bitch walks around the place like she owns it. I’d love to book some time with her and put her in her pla-” The griffin stopped short, seeing you standing there. You’ve almost never seen these guys here. Only perhaps once or twice you’ve seen them leaving the room, as you were coming in, and they always had that same crate with them.

“It’s alright. She’s one of the workers for the restaurant. She won’t be a bother, ignore her.” The slim griffin said, barely acknowledging you.

“Ignore me, good idea.” You think to yourself as you turn away from them to adjust the filly’s vibrator and return it to it’s low pulse setting. You then take both plates and you prepare to walk out the door.

“Come on,” The big griffin said. “Let’s hang this slut up and then get 011 out of here and back in time for training. I’ve got an eleven O’ clock tonight with that cute filly with the pigtails.”

You hear the sounds of the crate opening and hear a muffled moaning from within the rustling of straw, you turn your head slightly to see one of the griffins pull out an orange filly with a purple mane, already blindfolded and gagged. You’ve seen her here before. She used to be quite aggressive, but now she seemed like a different pony. So quiet, so… docile.

The slim griffin effortlessly chained her to the wall to set her up for the next group's dessert, as the other strong griffin easily handled the pegasus colt, tying his front hooves to the spreader bar and dumping him in the box to take him back. You were unsure where the elevator actually leads to, but like your entrance, it’s probably hidden behind a magic door.

You open your freezer door and walk out with both plates of strawberries. Closing the door behind you, you felt the magic revert, turning it back into a normal freezer. You feel a pang of guilt for just a moment before you shake your head.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

You needed to hurry these desserts back to the customers before they lost their freshness. Putting on your fake smile, you walk back into the restaurant and head to table six where you see the couple whispering to each other. The mare looked positively flustered, embarrassed and a bit giggly, while the stallion was gleefully smirking. The look of someone who’d just talked about something dirty and should be reserved for their private time alone, no doubt.

“Ahh, there’s our lovely hostess.” He said, addressing your return. “How was the preparation? Smooth, I take it.” Were you taking this to directly or was this stallion genuinely asking for details about the foals genitals? Probably the latter, since they usually do, but you didn’t want to give him anything.

“Everything went exactly as you ordered, Sir. Here are both of your desserts, made exactly to order.” You say cheerfully levitating the strawberries on to the table for the pair.

“Splendid, looks delicious! Shall we, my dear?”

And without another word or waiting for you to leave, the stallion and mare instantly began tucking into their food. The stallion placed the entire top soaking strawberry into his mouth, freshly plucked from the foal and he began sucking on it, rolling his eyes in delight. The mare began licking the fresh cum from her strawberry held aloft in her magic and smacking her lips in satisfaction. You turned away from the display as they hungrilly began suckling on and licking clean the fruits in uncivilised ways.

You began walking towards the kitchen and closed your eyes for a moment. Remembering how you prepared those, seeing the colt getting boxed up, the filly getting chained up. You’ve been doing this for some long that you thought you’d gotten numb to it, but watching the foals getting switched like that, like swapping an empty beer keg, it just seemed to get to you. Perhaps a new way for you to think about it for deeper desensitisation. Once in the kitchen you close the door and sit down next to it on a box. You then pull out your bit-book from your uniform’s pocket, looking at the money you earned here compared to the money that you owe.

“No emotions, no attachments, no feelings, no morals.”

You repeat to yourself in a whisper. You were going to be here for a very long time.