Author's Note

CONTAINS: A doe victim, small-town charm, a bat pony MILF (for later), fucked to death, a lot of blood, torn pussy, prostitutes, and sequel bait.

III: Master Gerrick Patronizes Local Business

Earthly Mellow wore a soft smile on her lips as she turned the page of the magazine propped up between her forelegs. Trenderhoof Trotside was the most popular travel periodical in Equestria, and she always looked forward to the arrival of her monthly edition. She’d get up early on the fifth day of every month so she could walk down to the Wayward Pines Post Office and grab it almost right off the mail chariot, and then she’d settle down under the big oak on the way back to read the editor’s note at the front.

She’d never read it all at once though, no matter how much she may want to. She only got one edition every month, after all, and she wanted to make them last. She loved reading about all the exciting, exotic places around the world, both within and without Equestrian borders, imagining herself dressed up in the local styles highlighted in the fashion column or searching the local grocery store for the spices used in the restaurant reviews. She dreamed that one day she’d go on a world-spanning journey of her own, and she had a corkboard in her room where she pinned up photos and played around with the itineraries she prepared for all the cities she was interested in seeing one day.

But no matter how long she stretched it, each edition rarely lasted more than a couple weeks. She had plenty of older magazines to read after, but it just wasn’t the same.

This latest edition was all about Saddle Arabia. Mellow looked up to the long mirror beside her bed, imagining herself trotting through the arid streets of the capital. She could swap her green-and-black scarf for a beautiful patterned shemagh from a local seamstress. Perhaps she’d even meet Trenderhoof himself there, and he’d write an article about the adventures they had together, just a pony and a deer and a city full of culture.

She jumped at a sudden knock at her door. “Mellow, dear? You’ve got a customer.”

“Thanks, Night! I’ll be out in a sec!” Mellow called, sliding off her bed and stashing her magazine in the desk under her corkboard.

She did a quick stretch before stepping up to the mirror and checking her makeup. It had got a little smudged since her last customer, so she put a bit more blush on her freckled cheeks and ran a comb through her walnut-brown mane. She didn’t wear as much makeup as the other mares—she was the smallest one, and most of her customers preferred her looking more innocent—so all that was left was to slip into her long white sleeves and strike a quick pose. She smiled into the mirror, popped her hip out, and twitched her tail. In a small town like Wayward Pines, a deer was extremely exotic, and none of the stallions could resist the white flash of her doe tail when she gave them the look.

Her room was on the second floor of the little town’s only brothel, a building she shared with two other mares. Cherry Blossom had the room beside her—she was busy with a customer, if the rhythmic thudding against their shared wall was any indication—and the house matron, Night Sabre, took customers in her rooms on the ground floor. It was a little cramped, but Mellow didn’t mind. It was cheaper to live at work, which meant she could save more for her dream trip, and she spent a lot of her free time walking the woods around the town anyway.

Night was waiting in the foyer when Mellow came down the stairs, leaned back into a couch and casually spreading her legs towards a steel-furred griffon standing near the door, his plumage gleaming like gold in the warm sunset streaming through the windows.

“Oh, here she is now,” Night cooed, smiling at the doe. She was a bat pony, and still good-looking for her age. Visitors from out-of-town never guessed she was a mother to seven. “Master Gerrick, this is Earthly Mellow. She’ll be serving you tonight.”

Master Gerrick met her eyes with a cool, judging gaze, openly looking her over. “A doe?”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Night said, beckoning Mellow closer and nuzzling suggestively into her white chest fluff. “Between the two of us, we have all the exotic flavor in Wayward Pines. Though if you were hoping to sample more local tastes, we do have a pegasus mare available as well.”

“The doe is fine, thank you.” Gerrick opened a wing, and Mellow smiled as she walked over to his side, letting him wrap it around her. A griffon customer! There were no griffons in Wayward Pines, which meant he had to be a traveler of some kind, and that meant he’d have stories for her! Unless he was one of those quiet types, but even then, Mellow found that studs tended to open up after a roll in the hay.

“It’s nice to meet you, Master Gerrick.” Mellow rubbed a hooftip into his plumage, feeling the firm muscle hidden by his feathers. He was so much bigger than her! “I hope we can have some fun tonight.”

Night cleared her throat, drawing Mellow’s attention. “Now, Mellow, Master Gerrick is a noble from outside Equestria, and he’s got a nice room down at the Merry Girdler. He’s paid extra to take you back there. Is that alright with you, hun?”

Mellow nodded, nuzzling Gerrick’s side. “That’s fine, Night.”

“Alrighty, then. You have until noon tomorrow to bring her back safe and sound, Master Gerrick, or I’ll have to send the sheriff down looking. Have fun, now!”

Mellow smiled back at Night as she let Gerrick guide her out into the street with his wing. She stayed close as they walked, enjoying the feel of his feathers on her side, her smile growing. He’d paid to have her all night? He must be well off to be able to spare that kind of money, which made sense if he was some foreign noble. What a griffon like him would be doing in a sleepy town like this was a mystery, and Mellow was looking forward to solving it. They weren’t between any big or important places in Equestria, so they didn’t usually get a lot of travelers, but Night was always kind enough to give Mellow any customers from out of town.

“So you’re a noble?” Mellow asked, looking up at him as they walked. “Should I just call you Master, or would you prefer something else? Count, Prince, my Lord?” She bit her lip, hoping to entice him, but he didn’t even glance towards her.

“Just ‘sir’ will do,” he said curtly.

Mellow frowned, then tried again. “Have you ever been with a doe before, sir, or am I your first?” In her peripheral vision she saw a few townsponies watching them, but she paid them no mind. Most of the adults knew her, so they were probably just curious about the unfamiliar griffon.

“There are some deer on my land,” Gerrick answered, his eyes roaming the street before them. “I’ve had them before.”

Oh, so he had land? Mellow would definitely have to ask him about that! He didn’t seem very receptive to small talk at the moment, though; he would probably be all business until she climbed into his bed. Mellow was just wondering if she should try opening him up again when he turned abruptly off the street, tugging her with him into a shadowed alley.

Where was he taking her? The Merry Girdler was on Main Street! She tried to pull away, and the grip of his wing suddenly shifted from comforting to restricting. “H-hey! What are you—”

He slammed her into the ground without warning, driving the breath out of her as stars popped in her eyes. “Quiet, whore.” His talons wrapped tight around her throat, cutting off her breath.

She gaped up at him in shock, instinctively pushing at his face with her hooves, but she could barely reach, and when she tried to pry his claws off her neck he only squeezed tighter, pressing into her skin with the sharp tips. What was going on? She’d heard of prostitutes being attacked by customers before, but never in a sleepy little town like hers! That was something that only happened in Canterlot or Manehattan or mystery novels, not to her!

But disbelief wouldn’t help her breathe. She grew light-headed as darkness crept in around her vision, and after a few more seconds weakly pounding against Gerrick’s chest, her hooves fell limp into the dirt.

A half hour’s flight later, Gerrick shrugged the unconscious doe whore off his back and onto the hard floor of a cave far from town. The sun had all but set by now, leaving the cave dark and foreboding, lit only by the campfire Mirror Image was stoking at its mouth.

“Welcome back, sir,” Mirror said, dipping her head respectfully. “Is she for dinner?”

“Maybe. It’s been a while since I had venison.” Gerrick clacked his beak in thought as he regarded the doe. He had to admit, she’d stirred a slight arousal in him with her rubbing and prodding, and it had only grown stronger when he felt her struggling under his weight. And she had an innocent naivete about her he wasn’t used to seeing in deer, no doubt a result of an Equestrian upbringing. She could be fun to play with. “Mirror, grab the chain and tie her up, would you?”

“Yes, sir,” a second Mirror answered, slipping out of their tent and trotting to their wagon. She returned with the requested chain, looping it once around a boulder in the cave before walking up to the whore. “How would you like her tied?”

“Just do one leg.”

The second Mirror nodded, wrapping the chain several times around one of the whore’s hind legs and securing it with a padlock. “Anything else, sir?”

“That’s fine for now,” Gerrick said, tracing a claw through the doe’s soft white underbelly. “Take the wagon into town and get us a room at The Merry Girdler. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, sir.”

Gerrick sat in silence as his maids quickly packed up the tent, the original hitching herself to the wagon while her copy climbed into the back. They left the campfire going, and soon the only sounds were the chirping of the crickets, the crackle of the fire, and the quiet breathing of the whore chained to a boulder before him.

She was a pretty little thing. Her brunette mane went well with the brown of her coat, complemented by the shocks of white on her cheeks, her puffy tail, and her underbelly. She wore a set of long white sleeves on her legs and a striped black-and-green scarf, and she stirred slightly as he pulled the scarf away, revealing the slender curve of her neck.

He lifted her unrestrained hind leg to reveal her marehood, a darker brown than the rest of her coat that reminded him of chocolate. It was tight and smooth, her pussy lips keeping together even with one leg high in the air, and he had to pull them apart with a talon to reveal the bright pink tunnel nestled inside.

She groaned softly as he ran his talon the length of her slit, poking it briefly inside to feel at her concealed clit, and then pulled it back out to trace slow circles around her teats. He slid his claws higher, palming one of the fleshy little orbs, and gave it a tight squeeze, drawing pinpricks of blood around it where his claws pierced her skin.

She jerked, her green eyes flying open with a gasp. He waited, continuing to knead and pull at her flesh, entranced by the way it bounced back when he relaxed his grip.

“W-where am I?” Mellow blinked in confusion, a grimace crossing her face as he sliced a thin line around her nipple. “A-ow! Wh—who are you?!”

Gerrick snorted as her gaze finally focused on him. “Forget your job already, whore?”

She froze, a strangled cry dying in her throat as she recognized him. She flinched as he pinched one of her nipples, and with a start she scrambled to her hooves, running for the mouth of the cave with a full-throated scream.

The scream cut off with a yelp as the chain yanked at her leg, slamming her face into the cold stone and leaving the pale white of her shivering ass up in the air.

Gerrick felt his cock sliding free at the sight, and he let out a low, possessive growl as he stepped up behind her. Mellow squealed, hiding her face in her hooves as he grabbed her ass, peeling her pussy lips apart with his thumbs.

“P-please don’t hurt me!” He could barely hear her begs past her hooves, but he enjoyed the way her stutters grew worse as he worked his claws closer to her honeypot. “I’ve g-g-got money! I c-can p-pay you and I’ll n-n-never tell!”

Gerrick leaned in, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of her mare scent. It was earthy and crisp, almost like grass after a rainstorm. The heat radiating out of her was so enticing that he couldn’t resist the urge to slip his tongue inside her, relishing the way she jerked and sobbed when the sharp edges of his beak scraped inside her soft cunt.

Mellow groaned, and the chain clinked against his leg as she tried vainly to pull away. “Stop, stop, s-stop! I d-don’t want this!”

Gerrick only pushed into her deeper, a low, content hum in the back of his throat as he felt her tunnel squeeze around his tongue. She was tight, almost sucking him deeper into her despite her protests, and the thought of feeling that grip around his cock had it pulsing with anticipation between his legs. He pulled back, spitting a wad of saliva under her tail, and slid up over her back.

“N-no! No, no, no!” He ignored Mellow’s begging, poking the tip of his cock against her. He could feel her pulse through her cunt, quick and frantic, and after taking a few seconds to lube himself with his spit, he began to push.

She squealed, going rigid, and Gerrick frowned as he found himself unable to get past the tightly clamped lips of her pussy. He growled, trying again, tail flicking in frustration behind him when his cock slid up into the soft hairs of her tail.

“Open up, whore!” He slapped her ass, making her whimper, but to no avail. He leaned over her with a snarl and wrapped his talons up in her mane, pulling her face up so he could glare into her watery eyes. “Open, or I’ll rip you open.”

“P-please…” Her body jerked with a heavy sob, and Gerrick’s eyes widened as he felt something warm and wet splattering against his hind legs. He drew back with a hiss, but too late—she’d pissed all over him.

“Enough of this,” Gerrick growled. He grabbed her ass roughly in one claw, lifted a talon to her tightly clenched pussy, and forced it inside.

Mellow shrieked. “Okay, okay! I’ll listen!”

She relaxed around his claw, and when he pulled it out, it was stained red with blood. Gerrick mounted her once more, pressing her face into the stone with his bloodied talons, and let out a moan of satisfaction as the head of his cock slipped into her warm depths.

“There we go. Good whore.” He grunted, pulling back and thrusting, but she was so tight that he barely got any further inside. He lifted her head and smacked it back into the stone. “Relax!”

“I a-a-am!” she whined, shivering around him. Gerrick growled, gripping her ass hard enough to draw blood as he shoved himself deeper, overpowering her body with brute force.

The doe continued to cry and shudder as he forced his way deeper into her, pushing more blood out. Despite her claims she was clamped around him like a vice, wrapping his cock in trembling, moist warmth that sent thrills of pleasure up his spine with every motion. Her marehood convulsed around him, almost pushing him out with every beat of her heart, and with a frustrated grunt he leaned forwards, putting all of his weight into a single, furious thrust.

Mellow screamed as Gerrick’s balls slapped against her ass. He felt her every muscle go rigid, felt her love tunnel squeezing almost painfully hard around him, felt her hind legs flapping uselessly in the air around his, and he smiled.

Fresh blood splattered on the stone as he pulled out, and his smile widened when he thrust back in and faced far less resistance than previously. He fucked her hard, filling the cave with the echoing sound of her pained screams, the loud smacks of his thighs against her ass, and the wet splats of the blood falling to the cave floor every time he pulled out. His fur was soon soaking wet, and he had no illusions about its nature; her marehood was gushing blood by now, the flow lending a pleasant, tingling warmth around his cock. He threw his head back, pounding into her with long, hard thrusts that lifted her hooves into the air, breath quickening as each pump pushed him closer to orgasm.

“P-please…” Mellow’s voice was growing weaker, her screams gradually giving way to quiet moans. “L-let me go…”

He grunted as he noticed her convulsions growing fainter. He sank his claws deeper into her flank, a flash of pleasure surging through him as she yelped and her pussy tightened briefly around him. He kept his claws dug in deep, moving them slightly with each thrust in to make her tighten up in pain.

He hunched over her as his orgasm approached, pressing his chest to her back and burying his beak into her mane, taking a deep breath of the scent of her fear. He reached a claw around to her chest to feel her racing heart and moved his beak to her ear, speaking in a low, strained voice as his fucking grew wild and short.

“Are you ready to die, whore?”

“P-please,” Mellow gasped, voice shaking with the force of his thrusts. “L-let me… outside…”

“No.” Gerrick snorted, squeezing her tight against him, forcing her to lay in the puddle of blood beneath them as he pushed more words out. “You’ll die—mmf!—here in this cave, alone and—nrgh!—chained.”

“No!” Mellow’s eyes widened, her voice suddenly finding new strength, and she reached a hoof weakly for the cave entrance. “No!”

Gerrick grinned, drinking in the terror visible in the doe’s eyes, and hilted inside her a final time. He groaned as his cock swelled, pumping a thick flood of cum into her bloody cunt, and his eyes rolled back as Mellow’s weak struggles made her pussy squeeze and rub around his length. He continued to grind against her as he came, balls clenching with each pump, losing himself in the sensations of her soft body and her shrill sobs and her hot pussy clenched around him.

She had gone limp by the time he came down from his high, and after some effort he managed to tug himself free and stumble back. She fell onto her side, crying into her hooves, and Gerrick allowed himself a moment to watch the pinkish mix of his cum and her blood drip down her ass in a thick curtain, joining the still-growing pool of blood beneath her.

He sighed in satisfaction as he padded around to her front end, frowning down at her, and considered killing her. Most of the time he enjoyed killing his mares as he came so he could feel their death convulsions, but he’d lost himself in the moment on this one and accidentally left her alive.

She just lay there, curled up into a whimpering, bloody puddle, and didn’t even look at him.

To be honest, he just wasn’t in the mood. His blood had gone down after blowing his load, and it didn’t seem worth the effort to peel her hooves back and tear her throat open. He wasn’t even particularly hungry at the moment.

He stepped over her, making for the mouth of the cave, and spread his wings, but stopped at the sound of her voice, just barely audible over the pops of the dying campfire.

“Please… let me go outside.”

He arched a brow. What would even be the point? Either way, it wasn’t worth his time.

“No.”

He spared her no further thought as he leapt into the air, pumping his wings to gain altitude. The whore matron would no doubt be raising trouble when her charge failed to return, and he would have to see to her soon.

And as long as he was snuffing two whores, he’d might as well finish off the third. Maybe he could even rent out Mirror to make some bits after; with every whore in town dead, she ought to make a killing.