Equestria Trainers' Society: Work For Hire

A couple of weeks had passed since that fateful day that Anya joined The Society, and was given her severe lesson in picking fights with others, though she still believed that it was Gilda who had started it. Regardless of who threw the first punch though, the point was clear. No matter what happened outside of The Society, inside of The Society you were expected to act with some level of professionalism, at least in front of your employer.

It took two whole days for Anya to recover from her punishment, being tended to by the Antlertean deer constantly, and her body was still a solid mass of aching muscles by the time she worked up the will to get out of bed. Her recovery was reported to Rubric immediately, to which he re-initiated her orientation the next day, saying that she was still on his time, and if she could move she could be trained.

What came next was several days of physical training in the obstacle course she lost the bet in, this time with no one aside from Rubric there to watch her progress and keep her focused on the tasks given to her, keeping sessions long and rests short. Anya had an idea that this was just more punishment, her tired muscles not being given a moment to relax so they would stay sore for as long as possible. Still, she did everything the minotaur told her to do, if only to prove to the both of them that she wouldn’t let something as small as a minotaur gangbang slow her down.

By the fourth day, she was finally introduced to the rest of the gryphons working for Rubric, many of the older ones being people she had a passing acquaintance with, and even a good portion of the younger ones were gryphons she had at least encountered once prior, since almost all gryphons came from Griffinstone. It made introductions somewhat easier, but the familiarity had its own problems, seeing as she was a gryphon who actually managed to leave their homelands, and never came back. That, and Gilda had gladly spread around to the others that Anya had spent her first night employed whoring herself out to every minotaur in sight, which made it so the others had an unsavory topic to discuss every time they were around her.

From that day forward, Anya would spend the mornings training like she had been, now with the accompaniment of other gryphons, who at least knew enough not to cause trouble in the direct view of the minotaur, while the evenings she had to undergo training in what her first job at the Society would be, which she learned would not be capturing slaves for the organization, but instead another job that she had an even greater distaste for.

“This box needs to be taken to Section C, Aisle 4” Bacchus said, lifting up a large crate the size of a recliner, minus the back, with ease, and then placing it on a hand cart right in front of Anya, “Once you get it there, you can help stock its contents.”

“Yes sir…” Anya replied, taking the push bar for the cart in her talons.

Seeing the gryphon readying for the job he gave her, Bacchus went to see what else needed to be done.

Anya grunted to herself as the minotaur left her to the task he had given, straining her muscles as she pushed the cart to the destination she was told to take it, wanting to get far away from the bull as soon as possible, partially to do as she was instructed, and partially cause the minotaur bothered her.

The gryphoness was currently in a warehouse, given the job of a general laborer, moving things around day in and day out, at the command of her supervisor, Bacchus. Anya had come to learn that the bull, who had probably gotten the most use out of her the night she was communal property for every minotaur she’d be directly working with, was Rubric’s right hand man, which was why her employer was informing him directly of their upcoming plans.

When Rubric wasn’t around, he was the one in charge, and he seemed happy to give Anya lots to do. All day she’d be delivering something from one location to another, be it sex potions, equipment, meals for the workers, and occasionally slaves. It was honest work in a dishonest organization, and that was the reason Anya hated it. Outside of The Society she was a bodyguard and bouncer, because normal work didn’t sit well with her, so being made to do something like this, when she assumed she would be snatching up ponies from their homes, aggravated her to no end. It was a boring, mundane job, even if spiced up by the fact that it took place in a place where creatures were being trafficked into a life of slavery all around her, and the tedium of it was the very reason she had never subjected herself to that kind of labor prior.

She wasn’t the only one though, as every gryphon, and many of the minotaur, working under Rubric was doing something that seemed akin to normal work around her. Things that one would expect to see in any warehouse or factory, with the twist that the ‘items’ they were moving and storing were an assortment of living creatures. Some were ‘packaging’ the product, putting stallions and mares in bonds, wrapping them in restrictive materials that tightly hugged every curve, before boxing them up to be shipped to another Society location. Before that though, the unfortunate slaves would be prepped, injected with sedatives, so they wouldn’t struggle much as they were being tied up, and would sleep soundly as they were illegally transported within Equestria. Others were moving boxes like Anya, and others still were setting up supplies to be used by the other workers as their stock got low. Everyone had a job, and none of it was as thrilling as one might fantasize working around future sex slaves would be.

As much as she disliked her new position, there was no avoiding it. Someone had to do the grunt work that a business like this would require, and she had learned that when it came to the hierarchy of The Society, gryphons were most certainly the grunts. If any of them got to hunt the potential targets for Schorl’s clientele, it was completely up to the minotaur you worked for, and hunting contracts had to be earned through three factors; work ethic, dedication, and obedience. Funny thing was, Anya didn’t really care if she ever got a hunting contract, as the money that came with them, while tempting, was not what motivated her. If she never had to abduct a single pony, that would be fine. If she believed that slacking off would have kept her away from that messy task, then she would become Rubric’s worst employee to avoid doing it. At least, that was an idea forming in Anya’s head before learning of a secondary reason in this work that made her, and all other gryphons, put in as much effort as they could. That being the fear of ‘breach of contract’.

There was a reason Gilda had brought that up several times on their first encounter, as It appeared that each creature that worked for The Society worked under certain terms, ones with dire consequences if not upheld. If anyone didn’t adhere to the rules they had agreed to upon accepting the job, explained to them or not, then they would be, in a sense, terminated from their position of employ. Of course, one doesn’t simply get fired from being a slaver, and an inefficient, incompetent, or non-compliant worker would simply be tossed in with the rest of the product line. No one had told Anya that, and the only reason she picked up on any of this was because she overheard three male gryphons talk about pooling their money together to buy her during a time she took an unscheduled break. After that revelation, she didn’t dare slack off again.

So she worked her hardest, knowing that she was bound to her contract, unless she wanted to be bound in a more literal fashion. The only thoughts she had about the whole thing, as she moved box after box, was how the pay for even this kind of work must have been well worth the effort, or else her kind would never put themselves through this kind of labor.

Anya reached her destination after several minutes of pulling her cart, which wasn’t a place, but a person. “Hey Flauta!” she said, calling out to a now familiar donkey girl, who she caught pacing around between two warehouse shelves, with little more than a clipboard in her hand, and a knotted rope around her neck that acted as a collar, marking her status as a slave. To anyone who hadn’t worked there for more than a day, this might have been a strange sight, watching a slave walk around with nothing keeping her from leaving their assigned area.

It was just another thing for her to learn, about trustee slaves, and how they were essentially tamed in such a degree that they couldn’t disobey any member, or employee, of The Society. Flauta was such a slave, and thus there was no risk to leave her to her own devices, to the security of The Society, or as a flight risk.

As the call of her name hit her ears, the cute, buck toothed donkey lifted her head up from the clipboard she was currently reviewing, and noticed Anya coming her way. “Oh! Anya,” she said with familiarity, the two having gotten to know each other on a work relation level, “You got a box for me?”

“I guess so, if you’re the one in charge of this area,” Anya replied, “More packing supplies for the slaves,” she went on to say, knowing that the contents of her crate were an assortment of restraints and sex toys, which would be used on those passing through shipping, “You know, I’ve never seen so many dildos in my life,” she added, her eyes shifting to a holding rack filled to near capacity with rubber cocks, each one seemingly of a different shape, size, and color, “And yet I’ve never felt so turned off seeing them.”

“That’s just because you’re connecting them to work,” Flauta said, walking over to Anya’s crate, trying to open the lid, finding it to be heavier than she could handle, only for Anya to lift it up for her with relative ease.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Anya said, but felt there were other issues that were preventing them from being arousing to her. Pulling the cart up to the donkey, she slid the wooden lid over the side of the box, revealing the sex themed treasures held within, “But I guess it’s not the same for you, is it?”

The gryphoness couldn’t help but smell the scent of arousal coming from the donkey girl, which was reaffirmed when looking at the small streams of fluid running down Flauta’s legs. She certainly found something about her job that excited her, perhaps simply that she had to do it nude, if she was an exhibitionist.

The donkey returned a blush, “Well I don’t hate being here…” she said sheepishly, “But there’s something else that’s making me feel this way.” Turning around, the donkey showed Anya her plump rump, and revealed a sizable plug inside its hole, “Lady Tourmaline gave me a special toy today,” she explained without prompt, “A vibrating butt plug that only moves when I’m not moving enough.”

“So that’s why you were pacing around,” Anya said, taking an armful of leather cuffs out of the crate, “And here I thought you were hard at work.”

“A little of both,” Flauta replied, reaching into the crate herself, having to bend half of her body into it to reach some phallic looking mouth gags, “But I have to say, it does keep me motivated throughout the day.”

It made Anya a little happy, if also concerned, to see the girl enjoying her job. At least someone here was enjoying themselves, but her role as company property was giving her a unique privileged to be sexually stimulated as she completed her tasks. The gryphoness wondered if any other creature who was an actual employee would be allowed to do the same, if they wished. Not because she was actually in to doing so herself, but it just seemed like a strange situation if a sex slave could do something the normal workers couldn’t.

With items in hand, Flauta and Anya proceeded to stock the shelves around them, the gryphon going at a steady pace, to maintain the image of working hard, as the donkey kept to a faster pace to appease the object buried in her butt. Together they got through the contents of the large crate at a good speed, making it halfway through in about five minutes.

“Gotta say,” said Anya, taking another item out of the wooden box, “They do have some quality stuff here.”

The item in her hand at that moment was a collar, one made of a padded, white leather, and studded in black gemstones. It was pretty, and looked to cost a pretty penny, but it was also unlike any of the other collars she had previously hung up to await use. Each collar she had handled, and the ones that had been dangling from hooks hung between the storage shelves, was individually made, with custom details that didn’t match any other. Remembering her own unique collar, and noting Flauta’s own braided rope collar, this seemed to be a detail The Society cared about immensely for some reason.

Then again, the collars weren’t the only thing that came in a wide variety, as the sex toys also came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, to such a degree that it was nonsensical to try and organize them in any way other than size. When placed on a shelf, it was like an army of rubber phalluses of all species imaginable were standing in attention in front of Anya, from a recognizable barbed gryphon dick, to more familiar rows of pony shafts, and some she could only assume were dragon cocks, with the ‘scales’ they had along their length. At the touch, one could tell they weren’t made cheap either, with some being made of a flesh-like material, and others made of a solid plastic covered in rubber to retain a soft, but rigid form. Other items, like the cuffs and gags, were not as individually customized, but the metal and leather used to construct them was durable, holding together strongly when Anya gave them tests by trying to pull a few apart.

“What I wouldn’t have done to get my hands on some of these for my own collection,” Anya continued, lamenting on how her own tools, while serviceable, did not match the standards The Society seemed to maintain.

“Well you’re getting paid, right?” Flauta said, hopping from one leg to the other as she stopped on spot, using the motion to simulate walking, “You could probably buy some, if you want them.”

Anya shook her head, “My money’s already accounted for,” she said, her thoughts still on Pathfinder and Scylla, “It's just a shame. For a despicable group like The Society, they have good taste.”

Flauta gave a bit of a pout at Anya’s words, but just went back to work. Anya knew the donkey must have not liked her talking ill about her masters, probably because she’d get punished if anyone overheard, but Anya was just speaking her mind. Two weeks in, and she still had a poor disposition when it came to those in charge of operations. However, she knew when to take a hint, and silently went back to stocking sex toys.

Before Anya could make much more progress though, she was stopped by a series of grunting sounds coming from around a shelf, someone struggling with something, since they weren’t close enough to the packaging area for the noise to be coming from one of The Society’s freshly captured victims. Anya tried to ignore it at first, but as it went on, she could tell that whoever was making the noise was having a lot of trouble with what they were doing. Finishing up with what she had in hand, the gryphon tilted her head around the edge of the shelf she was working on, to see what the problem was without getting directly involved.

The sounds were coming from another gryphon, who was lugging over a dozen long, large rectangular boxes. This one’s load looked to be twice of that she had pulled, while the puller was three-fourths the size herself. Anya, seeing that and knowing that her own task felt like lugging around a ton of materials, became sympathetic, an urge to help overcoming her.

“You doing ok there?” Anya asked, stepping around the corner, “Looks like that cart is giving you trouble.”

“I’m fine,” the other gryphon responded, letting out a few more grunts as they made another go at pulling the cart forward.

“Don’t be stubborn,” Anya said, “This thing looks like it weighs more than me, and you could use some… Wait a second… Gallus?”

Upon hearing his name, the gryphon stopped what he was doing, and looked to the gryphoness standing a foot away. The two had seldom encountered one another, even less time than Anya and Gilda had shared outside The Society, only having brushed paths due to their connection through Grandpa Gruff. It was still enough time for Gallus to recognize her, though.

“You’re… that lady that comes to visit Gruff’s house every once in a while.” He said, not remembering the gryphoness’ name.

“Anya,” she said, introducing herself, “I guess this is where you went, huh? You working for Rubric too?”

“No,” Gallus replied, wiping the sweat off his brow as he took a short rest, “I didn’t want to be in the same group as Gilda, so I took the next person that wanted to take up my contract. I work for a minotaur named Titanius.”

“Well your boss looks like a real hard ass,” Anya said, once more looking at the load of wood boxes that were stacked onto Gallus’ cart.

“It’s not him…” Gallus answered, “It’s the other gryphons in my group. They put me through the wringer because I’m a ‘swallow’.”

“Swallow? “Anya questioned, “I always thought you were an eagle like Gilda, but just because you’re a swallow shouldn’t give them a reason to pick on you.”

“No, not biologically,” Gallus said, “It’s a term the minotaur use for gryphons who… uh… will have sex with them.”

Anya’s eyes widened, not expecting to hear that from the youthful looking male gryphon. “Gallus, how old are you?” Anya asked, recalling that The Society had rules against sexual misconduct with those below the age of adulthood. If Gallus was too young, she would have loved to inform Schorl about this violation of her rules.

“I turned eighteen a few months back,” Gallus confirmed, “A day before I left Griffinstone with Gilda to join up here. That’s actually part of the problem.”

Anya gave an exacerbated sigh, not liking where this story was going, but wanting to hear more. Poking her head around the corner she had come from, she said to the donkey girl still working, “Hey, I just met up with an old friend, and I’m gonna help them out for a minute. You got the rest of that crate?”

Flauta looked at the gryphoness as she put some vibrators on the shelf, “Uh huh, I think I can handle this.”

Given the go ahead, Anya went back to the cart and took hold of its handle, “I pull, you talk,” she said to the younger gryphon, as she headed in the direction he had been going prior to being stopped. “What did the minotaur do to you?”

Gallus, now feeling a little ashamed, followed along beside Anya. “Nothing really,” he said, averting his eyes as he spoke, “I don’t even remember how it came up, but I was offered some drinks after work by my boss, cause he knew I had just had a birthday, and he said I had been working hard. I wasn’t going to turn down an offer like that, but one thing led to another, and as I was starting to get tipsy, one of the bulls offered me a day’s wages to give his dick a lick from the bottom, to the top.”

“And you did it, huh?” Anya said, seeing the trap Gallus had been put into.

It wasn’t even an original idea, as her own BDSM group would often do the same to mares and stallions who had just come of age. Lure them in with drinks, and when they stopped thinking straight, entice them into doing something sexual, or just take them home to show them the ropes. It was a fairly easy way to find new playthings, by introducing them to the pleasures of adulthood all at once, before they had the experience needed to see they were being manipulated.

“I wasn’t thinking,” Gallus admitted, “but he did give me the bag of gold as he promised. The only problem is that now the other gryphons think I’m a minotaur sex toy, and pile things on me, because they think the minotaur are treating me better for being their slut.”

“Are they?” Anya asked.

“No,” Gallus replied, “And it was the one time. Even after, when other bulls offered me similar things, I’ve always said no. I’m not selling my body to the bulls for privileges.”

Anya believed him, but also could see how the minotaur just making more offers to Gallus was giving the other gryphons the idea that he was putting out for favors. Of course, it might be that the gryphons didn’t care, and were just looking for an excuse to pass their work off to Gallus, who was young and less likely to push back against the older members of his group.

“Just be careful,” Anya said, “Just cause you’re technically an adult doesn’t mean people won’t see you as a naive kid who they can exploit. Thing is, it doesn’t even matter if you are stupid or not. If enough people decide to target you, they can find ways to make things bad for you.”

“Well, if they don’t stop I’ll let Titanius know about it,” Gallus said, an annoyance growing in his words that Anya wasn’t sure if it was directed at his harassers, or her for not trusting his own ability to deal with the situation. “He told everyone from the get go that if there were any problems, then we’re to come to him so he can sort it out.”

Anya could see that just making the problem worse, since the other gryphons already assumed he was getting preferential treatment, but there might have been no other recourse. “I’ll just trust you to do what you think is right.” the gryphoness replied, giving Gallus a bit of room to take care of things his way.

“Anyways, we’re here.” said the male gryphon, stopping at a set of completely bare shelves.

Anya stopped when he did, locked the cart's wheels, and went to open a box sitting atop the pile it was carrying. “So what is this anyways? More bondage gear for The Society?”

“I’m not sure,” Gallus answered, “I don’t usually ask questions, but I think it’s something you’re boss bought from mine, to prepare for some slaves they are expecting to get in a month or so.”

Anya didn't know what Gallus was referring to, and at some level it didn’t matter. Creatures were cycled through the warehouse all the time, and there wasn’t a single species that needed special treatment over others, as any special breeds were all exclusively sold by other minotaur slavers, at least from what she had gathered from listening to Rubric and Bacchus.

“I guess there’s only one way to find-” Anya lifted the lid of one of the boxes, flipping it open like the lid to a chest, giving her full view of its contents, “… out.” The contents looked to be a assortment of bondage equipment, put together to form some sort of kit. Each piece of the assembled gear being made of either a polished steel, or some of the most finely crafted leather that Anya had ever seen.

A pair of cuffs rested inside, one on either side of the box, each comprised of a single solid bar ring that formed an oval, with a pair of matching straight bars that went through the center of either oval through a hole in the top and bottom parts of the loops. Anya had seen this style of cuff before, and knew that it functioned as a simple restraint device, where one put either the wrists or ankles of a submissive into the opposing sides of the oval, and then slide the bar between them to eliminate the space it needed to easily take them back out. It was simple, effective, and had a certain allure in how it gave the wearer the appearance of some lowly creature being kept in restraint by a crude form of bondage.

Next was a large, gold plated ring, missing a section of its loop, and ending in a spike with a grooved base on one end, and a slot for that spike to go into at the other. It was clear that this was a piece of jewelry, and one with a self piercing mechanism, where all one would have to do is squeeze the two ends together, with some fleshy bit in between them, and it would create a hole and then snap together in one single motion. With how thick the ring was, it would be difficult for anyone to meet the two ends of the ring together, unless that someone happened to be a minotaur, who could easily put the force of a vice onto the object with their bare hands.

Resting near the ring was a set of accessories for above the neck, consisting of a heavy duty leather collar, with a large cow bell hooked to its front, and a head harness that had straps connecting a thickly padded blindfold to a sizable ball gag. Seeing the bell, things were starting to come together in Anya’s mind, as to her all the items inside the box looked rather big, so big that had someone tried to use any of the restraints on a creature her size, they could just slip out as there would be too much room to move about. Putting the pieces of the puzzle together though, one could see that this equipment was made for bovine, their species generally being bigger than most others. For a creature of that size, the stuff in the box seemed to be very restrictive, as the collar itself looked like one of those novelty belts you’d see wrestlers use as trophies, and the ball looked so big that it would test the jaw of any cow that had to hold it between their teeth..

Of all of these eye catching things though, there was one object that Anya kept having her eyes drawn back to. One that sparked an odd reaction that she hadn’t expected upon seeing something like it, but also an object that Anya had the most experience with. It was one of those womb invading, cunt busting dildos, like she had taken into her own body when Rubric had used her as his sex slave. The thing laid in the box, end to end, placed in a depression in the padding that lined the inside of the container, several of the other items resting atop it.

The sight of the object brought up memories of that night, and suddenly the gryphoness could feel the sensation of the massive sex toy being thrust inside her. She could swear that her cervix was being parted once more by some phantom invader, railing her insides with a girth no other toy could compare to.

Anya had to place a hand over her beak to not yelp from the all too real memory she was reliving, but she couldn’t deny how her body was reacting, a sudden feeling of warmth flowing from her toes all the way to her head feathers, as a notable wetness appeared between her thighs. She was thankful that she was wearing pants, else she’d probably have streams racing to her ankles.

“Anyways!” she said, breaking her composure for a brief moment, “I think you can handle it from here. These boxes don’t look that heavy on their own, and you’re a boy, afterall. No way you don’t have this, right?”

“I guess I can take it from-”

“Good.” Anya said, not even letting the male gryphon finish his sentence, “Then I’ll leave you to it. I got some things I need to get to myself, so I’ll catch you later. Bye!”

The gryphoness was already stepping away as she was saying her farewells, and the moment she ended them, she ducked around a corner. At that moment, she had one destination in mind, and it wasn’t to return to the donkey girl to resume what she was doing prior to encountering Gallus. Hastily, Anya moved at just under a sprint, trying not to draw attention to herself as she made her way to the place she needed to be at that moment. A few other gryphons caught her movements, but each were too busy or didn’t care enough to wonder where she was going in such a rush, and with no one intercepting her, she made it to a door a good distance away from her starting point in a few minutes.

She opened the door, closed it immediately behind her, and stripped her pants off before taking a seat on the toilet in the room, having made it to one of the restrooms stationed in the warehouse for employee use. The space between her legs was soaked, and Anya was having trouble resisting the desire to just plunge her hand into her hole. She had no idea why the bovine sized dildo set her off so strongly, but she was aware of this problem that had been plaguing her, just not from this source.

While she had no difficulty working around all the bondage gear, sex toys, and even creatures walking around naked, without so much of an erotic thought, the situation was completely opposite whenever she saw or worked around one of the minotaur. Something about them turned her on fiercely, beyond simply finding the bovines attractive. It had to have been caused by her night of violation by the creatures, but for reasons that Anya didn’t understand, it was like any sexy thoughts she had were being nullified, except when in the presence of one of those beastly males. Shuddering and muttering to herself as her pussy twitched, going out of control, she understood that these feelings applied to anything that reminded her of them too.

“Fuck…” Anya said softly to herself, her loins feeling like fire. She couldn’t hold off touching herself any longer, but even as she plunged a finger inside her beef hungry snatch, she grumbled her complaints to her body.

Masturbation, as she had come to know, did little to aid her craving, as the feeling of fingers rubbing her inner walls was not enough to send her over the edge, try as she might. At least, it hadn’t been for the same amount of time as she had acquired her attraction to bulls. Slipping a hand under her shirt, and groping her chest didn’t help either, as it seemed to only work her up more without any payoff.

“I can’t believe I let this happen,” she continued to berate herself, having lost control of her arousal.

Had she known what was in that case, and what affect it would have on her, she might have been able to quell this lust that had overcome her before it hit. She had been able to do well keeping it at a low boil when any minotaur were around her, but she was simply caught off guard in this situation, and the only way to make it stop now was to ride it out. Well… there was another way, but she didn’t feel like humiliating herself by submitting to one of those minotaur again. They had gotten the best of her once, and as much as her body clearly enjoyed it, her pride as a dominant demanded she not allow herself to be put in that kind of situation a second time.

Strong of will as she was though, it was getting hard to keep up with her lewd actions, seeing as they were giving no payoff. If only she had taken that oversized cock along with her, but there was no way she would have been able to walk through a public area with that in hand without drawing attention, and no one would believe any excuse she might have had if she entered a bathroom with it. Still, it most likely would have solved her predicament, seeing how it was the start of it.

Fruitlessly, Anya continued stroking her slit, flicking her clit, and penetrating her tunnels for several minutes longer, the syrupy precum flowing out of her now coating her thighs, before dripping down into the waters resting in the toilet. After this, she could no longer understand what the appeal of edging was, as all it was doing to her was driving her crazy. She couldn’t keep at it forever though, as eventually someone would notice, and she’d get in trouble for taking too long a break. She was just about to remove her hand from between her legs and give up, but then the handle of the door began to turn before her eyes.

I forgot to lock the door!? She thought to herself, reaching forward to take hold of the knob, hoping that would be enough to prevent the person on the other side from entering.

She was too slow though, and before her fingers could touch, the door came open, and before her stood her supervisor, looking down at a gryphon who had clearly been doing something other than using the restroom for its intended purpose.

“So, I trust you to do something on your own, and this is what you do while you’re on my time?” Bacchus said calmly, staring right at Anya’s stretched out hand, whose fingers were layered in her sexual fluids.

“Hey!” Anya said in reaction, not caring that she got caught, “Get out! I’m bus-urk!”

The minotaur moved forward with speed that defied his bulk, slipping his hand under Anya’s chin to grip her by the neck. In the same motion, he lifted her body off the porcelain seat she was on, slamming her back into the wall behind it, her rump resting on its basin instead.

“Don’t talk back to me,” the bull said, retaining his cool as Anya was left struggling against his might, “You left your duties to hide out in the bathroom and finger yourself like a bitch in heat.”

“Fuck… you…” Anya managed to squeak out as the hand choked her, driving her claws into the fur of his bicep, but finding it too thick to hit flesh.

“But a swallow like you should know,” Bacchus went on to say, Anya now knowing that she was being called a whore by the bull, “There is only one cure for a heat as deep as yours.”

While effortlessly pinning Anya to the wall, the bull’s unoccupied hand traveled to the belt at his waist, and undid it with a finesse the female didn’t expect from his fingers, fat with muscle as they were. That was all it took for his loincloth to fall from his body, the minotaur casually stepping out of the piece of clothing’s leg holes, and kicking it aside the moment they touched the ground. Now his club sized penis was in full view, just as huge and erect as it had been that night in the locker room, the excitement the appendage was showing making Anya think about how impossible it seemed that such a small piece of cloth could have contained it.

With his own attire removed, Bacchus targeted Anya’s clothing next, putting his fingers into the pants that she had already lowered to her knees. “Won’t be needing these,” he said, a simple yank being all that was needed to pull the article of attire off her body, casting it to a wall in the same motion.

Devoid of lower coverings, the minotaur moved on to the shirt she had on, not happy with how it hid part of the gryphoness’ body from him. Bacchus formed his index and middle finger into the shape of a hook, showing off his strength when he drove them down into the neckline of her clothing, the fabric tearing like paper under the pressure of his might, till he completely ripped off the front of it, exposing her chest to him.

“There, you look like a proper slut,” Bacchus announced, placing his cock in hand, “Now let’s make you sound like one.”

The bull pointed his dick to Anya’s pussy, and stepped forward, placing his legs on either side of the toilet bowl as he closed the distance from his privates and hers. Anya couldn’t overcome his might as he casually pushed himself inside her nethers, the painful pleasure of a minotaur’s dick immediately drowning out all other thought as the pathway to her womb was barreled into. The brute held nothing back, pushing all the way into her until his crotch touched hers, penetrating into the core of her reproductive organs.

Anya could do little but moan and flail, her arms and legs still free, but unable to do anything to harm the minotaur, or get him to release her. The worst part of it was that she could feel her pussy tensing into its first climax the moment her cervix was barged through, the sensations of her impalement, and the heat radiating off the pole sized cock inside her, too much for her body to endure without setting off some form of reaction. It was humiliating to know that despite her own exhaustive efforts, it only took the brute one solid thrust to shoot ecstasy throughout her body.

It only worsened as he carelessly fucked her unwilling, and unimpeding hole with his monster shaft, as each motion seemed to extend the feeling of agonizing pleasure, re-igniging each sensation every time it traveled from one end of her sex tunnel to the other. Her whole body felt like it was clenching as she experienced a violation unlike any she had ever thought would happen to her, the edges of her beak grinding firmly together, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, and talon fingers gripping his biceps as her own flexed so strongly a cramp formed. Her heart was racing, causing her to rapidly inhale and exhale in short breaths as her lungs tried to keep up with the demand for oxygen her rushing blood required to keep everything going. None of this deterred the minotaur though, as he did as he pleased with the helpless half feline, half fowl at his mercy, of which he would give none.

Finally, he gave his final push forward, and unloaded a bovine sized climax into his victim’s pussy, the heat and texture of which Anya could swear she felt splatter directly onto her eggs. It was that feeling which reminder her that unlike the night he had first used her body, she didn’t have anything in her body to prevent herself from getting pregnant, and with how minotaur came in measurements of quarts, her abdomen swelling up from the volume of the substance being churred into her most sacred place where babies were made, it would be impossible for not a single one of his sperm to reach the nucleus of her eggs. The gryphon hoped The Society had something to deal with that issue after the fact, that is if Bacchus didn’t just toss her into a cage and turn her into his slave.

As soon as the bull finished cumming, he pulled out, a torrent of creamy white liquid following after, spilling out of Anya into, and around the bowl sitting beneath her inseminated slit, left agape from the absence of the object that had been inside a mere moment prior. Watching all that cum leave her body, Anya could only lay back in a slump, as if the sperm was taking with it every drop of energy she had in her with it, all that remained in her being the sweet soreness and savory satisfaction of a string of climaxes only minotaur could bestow upon her.

As Anya’s eyes started to drift closed, unable to stay awake after receiving her due punishment from the minotaur, a knocking came to the door of the bathroom. It hit her ears clear as day, piercing through the clouds in her mind caused by her climax. She believed that Bacchus would respond, say that he was in there and was busy, so he could continue using her as his plaything, or perhaps open the door to show off his conquest of a feeble gryphon, but the minotaur didn’t say or do anything. In fact, he didn’t make so much of a sound, and instead another voice came to Anya.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” she heard from outside, hearing the deep voice of another minotaur. A recognizable one, as it was the voice of Rubric. Something about that made Anya’s eyelids shoot open, and when she did, it was like her world had changed.

Bacchus was nowhere to be seen, simply not being anywhere in the bathroom. Not even his loincloth was present, which would have been hard for him to collect and leave in the small time he would have had between pulling out of her and the knock at the door. Likewise, she was no longer sitting on the toilet’s tank, but properly on the seat, with her pants around her knees, and an untorn shirt over her upper torso. All the cream colored cum that had spilled onto the porcelain fixture and the floor around it was gone, though her own clear fluids now covered parts of the seat, and her body was drenched in sweat, so much that her shirt was heavy in saturation.

One more knock came to the door, and Rubric called into the room again, “If you don’t answer me, I’m busting open the door.”

Anya blinked a few times, realizing that the door was now locked. More to the point, it had been locked from the moment she had closed it, having offhandedly hit the button on the knob, like most people would do when closing a bathroom door. Bacchus hadn’t stormed inside and raped her, and likewise she was in no threat of being pregnant. Everything she had experienced was an incredibly vivid fantasy, dreamed up while Anya touched herself. She hadn’t intended it to happen, the event coming unexpectedly to her, but for some reason her mind focused so much on the one thing it believed could get her off that she felt it like it was real.

“I’m okay!” Anya said, wanting to prevent the bull outside from breaking the door down, “I’m just… having some trouble is all!”

“Upset stomach?” Rubric asked from the other side of the door, his tone stoic, making the gryphon wonder if he was showing concern or ire at the assumed predicament.

“It’s… kinda personal!” Anya called back, trying to make her voice sound pained, knowing that the response would be vague, but enough that the minotaur could come up with his own explanation, “If I can have ten more minutes, I think I’ll be fine!”

There was a slight pause, but then Rubric replied with, “Very well, but if you’re able to keep working once you’re out, I have a job for you.”

“Sure, just… I need you to go away for a minute!” Anya waited in silence, until she heard the sound of heavy hoof steps leaving the door.

Minotaur were so heavy with muscle that one could tell when they walked in proximity around you, and could even feel the vibrations in the floor. Faking the effect of walking away from the floor wasn’t something they could do, if they even cared to do so, so Anya believed she had bought herself some time.

Getting up off her butt, she went to the bathroom sink, and looked into the mirror behind it. She looked a mess, as if someone had actually ravaged her. She wouldn’t have believed masturbation could be that intense, but she now supposed it was all a matter of how much effort you put into it. One thing was clear to Anya though, that the delusion she went through was vivid, and effective, as her body was in the middle of the afterglow of an orgasm.

“But why that?” she muttered to her reflection.

Her masturbation fantasies were always of her being a dom, binding and teasing some submissive, and controlling their pleasure. The idea of being dommed was not one she even considered all that arousing, at least… she hadn’t till she went through the barbaric domination tactics minotaur utilized. She had hoped that her enjoyment of the treatment was just a one time thing, as she still only saw herself as a dominant, but it looked like something those bovine males did left an imprint on her.

It was a problem she’d have to deal with later, as her employer was waiting for her to exit the room, and eventually even her excuse would not be enough to keep him out. “First thing’s first,” she said to herself, “Clean yourself off.”

With the short time limit she bought herself, Anya quickly went to the task of making herself presentable, starting up the water from the faucet in front of her, stripping out of her clothes, and hanging them aside the sink. After that bit of preparation, she grabbed a few paper towels, and some hand soap from the dispensers on the wall next to the mirror, proceeding to rub the soap all over her feathers and fur, occasionally splashing water on as well to get the liquid soap to sud up better. This ‘Whore’s Bath’, as it was called, wouldn’t get everything, but it would get enough that she shouldn’t draw attention.

Giving some extra attention to her vaginal area, Anya made sure to get rid of any sex smells her body had on it, then moved to wash away as much sweat as she could. The only problem was that her clothes wouldn’t be able to dry off, given how little time she bought herself, but it would have to suffice. At what she believed was the five minute mark, she began applying more water to herself, and used the paper towels to wipe the soap away. Once that was done, all she could do was put her clothes back on, head back out into the warehouse, and hope for the best.

Anya left the bathroom, slightly going over the ten minutes she requested, but not in a way that Rubric had to come back to check on her again. He did, however, wait close by, and as soon as the door opened, he approached the gryphoness.

Before greeting the female, Rubric looked her up and down, noticing her fatigue, and the tired look she had. “You look terrible,” he stated bluntly, “Are you feeling ill?”

“No, no,” Anya said, unsure what would happen if she said yes, “I’m fine. Just had a bit of trouble in there.”

“I’m just wondering if the deer played a prank on you, and didn’t give you the proper potion after you lost the bet.” Rubric said, his statement revealing his worry, though his demeanor still hid whatever feelings he had about it, “Though it would be too soon for you to have morning sickness.”

That idea was something that hadn’t even crossed Anya’s mind, until Rubric brought it up. She had just taken their word that she was given a birth control potion, but for all she knew, the deer just gave her a bad tasting beverage.

“It wasn’t morning sickness,” she explained, the gryphon not assuming that her problems were being caused by being knocked up, but it was something she’d have to keep an eye out for, “I was just having some trouble, but I think it passed. The Antlerteans don’t really do that, though… do they?”

“They seldom do things that would go against a direct order from us minotaur,” Rubric admitted, “But that’s no reason to assume they wouldn’t. One should always expect the possibility of treachery from a slave, as its their loyalty that should bring suspicion.”

“I guess you have a point,” Anya replied, understanding that it would be foolish to outright trust someone who you’ve enslaved, “But really, I’m fine. Promise.”

“Very well, then you will be up to the task I have in store for you. Follow me.”

Rubric made his way to wherever he was heading, and Anya followed closely behind him, glad that the minotaur was none the wiser of what really happened inside the bathroom. Like with Gallus, she already had a reputation among other gryphons of having fucked some minotaur, and she didn’t need the minotaur to think that she wished to indulge in sex with them again, despite what her wild desires were making her think. If she could just maintain a business relation with the bovines, then she’d work through all the screwed up stuff in her head when she got her friends back.

Following Rubric, Anya found him leading her to a part of the warehouse she had seldom been, but nonetheless knew what area the section was for. They were going into ‘receivings’, otherwise known as the place new slaves were brought into the Warehouse from outside of The Society. Once inside, a slave never had the ability to ever exit outside of a Society controlled building, even when being transferred from one facility to the next. The Society had access to some form of teleportation magic to relocate their property and employees, in the form of slabs of black crystal that were connected to one another as portals. Anya had to go through one herself, ending her up in this building on the outskirts of Equestria, near some unmapped village called ‘Starlight Town’, which apparently was under full Society control. With it being so far out of the way, and all occupants being part of the secret, it was the perfect place for The Society to receive its goods.

“So remember the other day,” Rubric said, knowing they were almost where he was heading, “During the bet, when me and Bacchus were talking about our plans for our group?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Anya answered, remembering those details, even if the rest of the night was mostly a blur of consecutive climaxes, “So you managed to get your raid contract?”

“No,” Rubric said back, “And if I had, I wouldn’t be coming to you. You’re still too green in your training to have you go into a full on raid.”

“Geez, thanks for the vote of confidence…” Anya replied, but understanding to some degree that the minotaur needed to know she was ready in his eyes before she could participate in what was perhaps the most important endeavor a slaver could perform.

“Don’t get grumpy,” Rubric scolded, “I’m planning on having you be part of that raid when it comes, so long as you are showing you have the ability to do more than process slaves and stock bondage gear. That’s months ahead though, so for now I want you to assist me with the other thing I talked to Bacchus about.”

Anya scratched her brain trying to think about what the other thing he was talking about was, as whatever it was didn’t seem to have the same draw on her attention as the idea of capturing a village full of creatures did.

“If you don’t remember, then you’ll figure it out soon enough.” said the minotaur, “But first, you and I both need to meet someone. Speaking of…”

The pair entered into the receivings area, and to Anya’s surprise, what was in there wasn’t one of the usual transport carts used to sneak a captured slave across Equestria, but a rather large airship that was docked at a cleared out area. As they approached, Anya could see movement on the ship’s deck, what looked to be other gryphons hauling cages around, no doubt holding more victims of The Society inside them. While this was an unexpected resource for The Society to have, it wasn’t impossible for anyone to buy a commercial airship, and one with the kind of money the head mistress appeared to have could certainly afford it. There was one other thing that had caught Anya off guard though, that being a catlike creature walking down the ship’s gangplank.

The cat made his way down as Anya and Rubric got close, an orangish, brown furred creature with green eyes, and a bit of blue hair atop his head, wearing a faded red jacket. “Why hello there,” he said, reaching the warehouse floor, “You must be the minotaur the crystal mare set me up to meet. Though it’s hard to tell with how many of you are walking about.”

“An Abyssian,” Anya said aloud, recognizing the species from one of Gruff’s old books, “Your kingdom is deep within Storm King territory. I’m amazed to see you here.”

“What a well informed gryphon you got here,” the cat said, speaking to Rubric as he gave Anya a look of mock amusement, “But is she the one in charge here, cause if not, then I’m not sure why she’s the one speaking to me.”

Rubric huffed out his nose, a sign Anya learned was him showing annoyance, “She is assisting me with the product you have brought, but you are right. Her observations aren’t needed.”

Anya’s face muscles clenched up, feeling insulted that she was dragged all this way just to be told to be silent. Honestly, she was just bringing it up because she recalled Schorl saying The Society didn’t do business with the Storm King, so she was wondering what an Abyssian was doing here.

“However, what is needed is the inventory you hopefully brought in this vessel.”

“Please, Capper always fulfills his business arrangements,” the Abyssian replied,giving a slight bow, before looking back up to the minotaur with his arm lifted, palm up, “But before I hand them over, there is the matter of my payment.”

Rubric stepped away from the cat, going to a chest located by a nearby wall. Capper followed closely behind, watching the minotaur as he took a key from his belt, and opened it. What was inside notably pleased the cat, as his eyes lit up and his smile became undoubtedly real, the box filled to the brim with Equestrian gold coins.

“Five thousand coins for fifty Abyssian females, plus the expenses of your travel. You are welcome to count it all,” Rubric said, but as Capper went to reach a hand inside, the bull shut the lid down on the box, “After you show me the quality of what you brought.”

Capper, displeased by the minotaur’s hostile gesture, broke his character by giving a scowl, but he couldn’t delay his end of the agreement any longer. “Celaeno! Have the men bring down five of our best girls for review!”

It was no time at all before a small line of feline females were being brought down the gangplank, fully nude, chained together by their metal collars and ankle shackles, while their wrists were linked together behind their backs. They were escorted by a pair of avian creatures that looked like parrots in pirate attire, who tugged the Abyssians along by a chain leash connected to the one leading the pack.

Anya felt a bit unnerved watching the birds lead around their captive felines, as it looked as some strange bastardization of nature to have a bird hold power over a cat. It also, in some strange way, looked like the two aspects of herself, her feline and avian biology, at ends with one another, in a clear display of both willful dominance and unwilling submission. With the things going through her head lately, the idea of anything that could represent a part of her being forced into submission was not something she wished to think about, especially since the metaphor was going even further with the fact that the Abyssians were soon to be handed over as property to a minotaur.

“Front and center, girls!” Capper shouted at the enslaved cats, showing no remorse for the treatment of his kind, “The buyer wants to see the merchandise before we finalize the sale.”

Rubric went over to the Abyssians, and observed them like produce at a market. At first he just looked, then took an initiative to touch them without bothering to ask if it was ok. He did intent to buy these females, so if their seller objected to him getting intimate with his inspection, then he would know that something was off. “These ones are malnourished,” Rubric said, noting how their muscle tone was soft, and their bodies were slim, even for a cat.

“Your contact said you were looking for Abyssians.” Capper replied, “And Abyssinia hasn’t exactly been doing well since the Storm King took over the territory. The fact that people can be picked up off the street and sold into slavery should tell you how bad off the kingdom is.”

“So this might be the best you can get,” Rubric responded, gripping one girl in the middle of the line by the chin, lifting her head up and turning it about with little resistance. “They aren’t much for the eyes, but I’ll admit their compliance is remarkable. I doubt you have trained them, so is it so culturally acceptable to be enslaved in the Storm King’s territory that they simply accept it?”

“Not exactly,” Capper said, reaching into his jacket, “These girls are junkies, addicted to what we like to call ‘Abyss Sludge’”, having given the name of the drug he was using to control the other cats, the male pulled out a small vial of thick, brown liquid, that seemed to cling to the glass as he held it out and swirled it around.

The second the vial was revealed, the orderly line the female Abyssians had formed was broken, all five of the girls rushing over to Capper, pulling the chain the avians were holding right out of their hands as they stumbled over their own bonds and each other’s bodies to make it to him. It was like they were racing to see who could get their first, as if the vial’s contents would be their prize for doing so, despite no promise made to that conclusion. They were completely shameless in the act, desiring the addictive mixture above anything else.

“This little concoction has an ability to increase the physical strength and magical abilities of whoever drinks it,” Capper explained, “And at first it can be an incredible thrill, having the ability to move faster, think at a higher capacity than you normally can, and overall be a better version of yourself.”

“But it doesn’t last, does it?” Rubric said, “And you become dependent on that level of awareness. It’s a problem that happens when we overuse some of our own stimulants, but I take it your potion is much more potent.”

Rubric watched the cat women still struggling against one another, the rattling of their chains filling the room as they pushed, scratched, and clawed to get to Capper, who was smugly watching them fight over the drug.

“I believe I’ve seen enough,” said the bull, “If this is how they behave when craving a drug that I don’t have access to, then I’m not sure I can use them, or the others you have stowed away. After all, you brought these ones out as your best examples of your stock, so the others must be even more heavily addicted.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Capper said, stepping over the bodies of the chained up Abyssians to get to the minotaur, “These ones were just the most attractive, and knowing what you want them for, I thought that would be the most important feature to you. As for the drug, I’m sure we can make an arrangement about that. In fact, I have a couple crates full of it on the ship that I was using to keep them calm.”

“So that’s your game.” Anya said, piecing things together, “Boss, he’s trying to scam you.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Capper said, “I’m just offering you a little extra value while I’m here. Enough Abyss sludge to keep these girls in your thrall for a few months, and then I can bring more next time with my next shipment of slaves. I’m thinking two thousand a crate should be a fine price, don’t you agree?”

Rubric stoically stared at the feline salesman, and then to the women crawling up behind them, one getting so far as to pathetically grab the tail of Capper’s coat with her teeth. “Yes, I believe two thousand per crate would be a fine agreement.”

“But boss!” Anya said, knowing that Rubric was walking right into Capper’s scheme.

“Quiet Anya,” Rubric said, taking the vial right from Capper’s hand, brushing the cat aside to show that he was the possessor of the vial now. “And as for you five, ENOUGH!” The females froze, seeing that the minotaur, who they knew they were gonna be sold to as sex slaves, was infuriated with their behavior. “On your knees, in a formation like before, else none of you will be getting a sip of this.”

The five Abyssians did as they were told, shifting their bodies to get onto their knees, each facing the bull who implied they would soon get the drug in his hand.

“Look at each of you,” Rubric scolded, “The dredges of your kingdom. Worthless females without goals or a purpose. None of you have the right to call yourselves Abyssians, and from this point on will be called ‘Pussies’ by me, my workers, and anyone who will use you for the only thing you’re good for. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” they replied in a disorganized fashion.

“Capper, this only works if drunk, right?” Rubric asked Capper, popping the cork, “Skin contact won’t trigger its effects?”

“Not at all, you could wash your hands in the stuff and all it will do is stain them brown,” said Capper, to which the reply was Rubric grabbing him by the arm.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I poured some on you, would you?” Rubric said, wanting to make sure the cat wasn’t lying.

“Go ahead,” Capper said nonchalantly, “But you’ll be paying for my fur cleaning.”

The lack of fear from Capper was all the bull really needed, and he released him on the spot. “Unchain the redhead from the bunch. I want to do one last test to see if your product, both of them, is worth my gold.”

Capper wasn’t happy that the bull was being so thorough in his inspection, but it looked like it was coming to an end. “You’ve got a good eye there. This one in particular used to help me make Abyss Sludge, till I started noticing that she was skimming some of it off to the side.”

“You don’t say,” said Rubric, as Capper undid the requested female from the chain gang, “Come to me girl.”

The red haired cat shuffled on her knees, until she sat right in front of Rubric.

“Good,” he said, undoing the buckle of his pants, pulling out his huge, but currently flaccid cock in front of everyone.

“Hey, hey!” Capper said, covering his eyes, “What are you doing?!”

“Performing my final test,” Rubric answered, tipping the vial sideways, right over his dick, letting the Abyss Sludge pour over it like maple syrup, “What is your name, slave?”

The feline thought for a moment, trying to come up with an appropriate answer, and then said to the minotaur. “My name is Pussy, sir.”

Rubric shook his head, “That is your title, but I want your name. You are not so lowly in my eyes that I will deny you your name.”

“It’s… Catrina, sir…” The cat answered truthfully.

“Well Catrina, it’s your lucky day.” Rubric replied, emptying the vial completely, and tossing it aside, “I’ve selected you to be my personal pussy, so you’ll be allowed a taste of your addiction before the other girls, so long as you’re willing to-”

Rubric couldn’t even finish before Catrina pressed her face against his monstrously thick cock, showing no dignity in her actions as she predicted what the minotaur wanted from her. With no hesitation, she ran her tongue over the bovine sex organ, slurping up every drop of sludge on it, with all the elegance of a two bit, back alley prostitute.

“Such an eager bottom feeder, isn’t she?” Capper commented, overcoming his initial discomfort at the minotaur exposing himself.

“Indeed,” Rubric said, patting Catrina on the head like a common house cat, “I think I’ve made my decision. I’ll buy all the female Abyssians you have on the ship, along with the offered crates of your drug.”

“Excellent,” Capper replied, “I’ll have them all brought out as quickly as-”

“For the original sum of five thousand coins.” Rubric said, clarifying his intent.

“Wait… wait, wait, wait.” said Capper, shaking his head and moving his hands as he stepped in front of Rubric to face him, “You think I’m just going to let you take all the girls I brought, and my drugs, for just five thousand gold coins?!”

“Yes, I do,” Rubric said sternly, “Because we had agreed ahead of time on five thousand, and you show up with an inferior product, and an intent to change the deal from the start. As I said, I’ll buy your drug, since I’ll be needing it to detox these women, for the agreed two thousand per crate, but with the cost I’ll have to put into these girls, they aren’t worth a fraction of your asking price. I’ll give you twenty coins a head, which is more than you should be getting for picking up garbage off the street.”

“And if I refuse?” Capper said, unwilling to accept Rubric’s alteration to the deal.

“Then you can tell the pirates that they traveled all this way, carting around a ship full of cargo, and risking their livelihood by smuggling citizens out of the Storm King’s territory, only to go back empty handed. Looking at the patches and holes in your jacket, I’m certain you don’t have the money on hand to cover the cost of travel, do you?”

Capper’s eyes widened, realizing that the minotaur knew he needed the money, if only to make sure the pirates didn’t lynch him for wasting their time and resources. Likewise, the other Abyssians were in a state of awe, never assuming that the brutish minotaur would out haggle a street savvy cat like Capper.

“Now that I have reached an understanding with you,” Rubric said, all the while maintaining his usual stoic tone, “Let me explain a few things to you. I am a bull of my word, and had you come to me without trying to swindle me, I would have paid for these girls for the agreed upon price. That being said, while I can see by your attire that Abyssinia has fallen on hard times, I can tell by your own good health that it’s not so bad that you couldn’t find me healthier females.”

Anya gave the cat a closer look when hearing her boss say that statement, and Rubric was right. For as tired and worn as these girls were, Capper looked fine. It was a detail that even she had missed out on, as she wasn’t worried about his condition, only that of the girls he had brought.

“And you might think I’m some stupid, barbaric minotaur, but I’ve been in the slave business for much longer than you, and I can tell exactly why you wanted to sell off these girls, who would otherwise be your customer base. Your lands are broke, caused by over taxing by your new lord, and exacerbated by you peddling poison about to a population who uses it to cope with their terrible lives. Now these girls have given you every penny they had, and are of no more use to you. As a businessbull, I can’t fault you for wanting to get one last payoff from customers who are of no more use to you, but without them you have another problem you are trying to push off on me, which is that you’re overstocked on those drugs, which you intended to sell to them.”

Capper’s jaw practically dropped, clearly thinking in his head this minotaur can tell all that just by looking at me? Anya was amazed too, as those details were nowhere within her radar for the cat.

“So when you hear of our need for slaves,” Rubric proceeded to say, “You thought you could kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of your old clients, who are so hopelessly addicted to your drug that they’d allow you to sell them for another hit, and no one would ever miss cause they are such lost causes already, while finding a new buyer to keep up your distribution by using it to control the clients you just got rid of. It’s a clever plan, but I’m cleverer than you.”

“But I… You see… I…” Capper, for as slyly he spoke earlier, was at a loss for words. He never expected his plan to be so thoroughly seen through.

“That all being said, I am willing to continue my business with you, so long as we are both clear with one another from here on out. While it will be a hassle cleaning these girls up, I’m certain that my investment will be rewarded when I sell them off to other prospective buyers. I also have to believe that Equestrian gold is more valuable in your lands than you are letting on, and that you just wanted to get every coin you could out of this first deal. Again, respectable, but I’m not the minotaur to try and do that with. I am, however, the minotaur who can make you rich, so long as you keep supplying me with more pussies for my slave stock. I’ll even pay you triple our originally agreed upon price for ones I don’t have to fix up. How does that sound to you?”

Rubric extended his hand to Capper, showing that he had no hard feelings over this first exchange, since he happened to win it. Capper, on the other hand, didn’t know how to react. He wasn’t happy that he couldn’t pull one over on the minotaur, but he did like that it seemed that he was getting away with it, with only a lesson in making deals with people being his punishment. Had he been dealing with an emissary of the Storm Lord, he’d already been on his way to a dungeon, or perhaps worse.

So the cat couldn’t be too angry, especially when the minotaur was right about the gold. It was very valuable in Abyssinia, and five thousand coins was more than enough to keep him going for months, since Rubric was paying for his flight expenses separately. His greed had just gotten to him, but some level of greed was an important trait for both con-men and businessmen alike.

“Then I suppose we have a business arrangement,” Capper said, already thinking of a few other deadbeats that he could round up for the second shipment. Accepting Rubric’s proposal, he placed his hand in the bull’s, and gave it a shake.

“Just don’t try anything like you did today again,” Rubric added, “Else I might have to take offense the next time.”

“R-Right…” Capper replied, not believing at that point that the bull could be tricked.

“Good,” Rubric said, believing that the cat would make no more attempts of that nature, “Then start unloading my slaves, deliver the two crates of the drug we agreed to, and my men will take it from there.” With that said, Rubric handed over the key to the chest, “Like I said, feel free to count the coins to make sure all the money is there, but I’ll assure you it is. Once our business is concluded, you can leave at your convenience. I’m going to take my leave now, and have Catrina here come with me to discuss her new duties as my personal slave. Anya, come along.”

“Yes boss,” Anya said, walking fast to catch up with Rubric as he headed out of the area, his new Abyssian being towed along behind him by the chain still attached to her shackle collar. The second they were out of receivings, she had to ask, “Shouldn’t someone be watching him though? He could just run off with the gold, slaves, and drugs.”

“Someone is watching him,” said the minotaur, “Captain Celaeno, the ship’s master. We commissioned her before, and have a working relationship with her when it comes to transporting things around Equestria. She was working as a cargo ship for the Storm King before we hired her and her crew in secret. I’m still not certain how we did that, not my department, but she has been working for us ever since.”

“Is she the one who spread word that The Society was looking into Abyssians?” Anya questioned, thinking that sounded logical.

“She might have helped, but its not hard to covertly spread rumors in the Storm King’s territory talking about a private collector looking for certain types of creatures, since he doesn’t care about slavery being rampant in his kingdom.”

“Well, I guess you have that covered then,” Anya said, seeing her concerns were moot, “But can I ask why I had to be there? You seemed able to handle that yourself.”

“I just wanted you to see your next project,” Rubric replied.

“Next project?” Anya said, not seeing where the minotaur was going with this.

“The head mistress looked a little deeper into your background,” said the bovine, “And learned that you actually have a history with BDSM culture. Have had a few submissives in your time.”

“One of which The Society kidnapped from me,” Anya interjected.

“The point is that I was thinking about making you a ‘Trainer’. The title is exactly what it sounds like, as you’ll be helping to train our new collection of Pussies to have the skills and obedience they will need to fulfill their new roles.”

“So I’m going to be in charge of fifty slaves?” Anya asked, “Isn’t that a bit much for my first job as a trainer?”

“More like ten,” Rubric answered, “We rotate slaves between several trainers, and work towards creating a general oppressive regimen for them that all the trainers follow.”

The sound of that news made the cat woman walking behind the two whimper a little, seeing as her future was not going to be easy.

“Ah, yes, that reminds me.” Rubric said, stopping in an open area in the warehouse, “Catrina, just to make it clear, you are mine now. Unlike the others, I have no intention of selling you off, and every intention of using your body to bare my children and grant me pleasure.”

Catrina hung her head, currently able to understand exactly what she had gotten herself into, able to focus more having had her fix. She had traded her whole life away for a drug, and later on would continue to do so as her cravings returned.

“Before that though,” the bull went on to say, “I’m going to ween you off that awful Abyss Sludge, and make sure your body is in a state to carry a child. No breeding slave of mine will be as sickly as you are now.”

“Yes sir,” Catrina replied, having accepted her fate by this point.

“You will call me ‘Master’ from now on,” Rubric corrected.

“Yes Master,” Catrina complied.

“Perfect,” said Rubric, “Now let me ask you this. Do you still remember how to make the Abyss Sludge?”

“Huh?” Catrina reactively responded.

“Capper said you used to help him with it, so you should know the formula, right?”

“I… could make it, if I got the right ingredients… and I was using some.” Catrina admitted, “My mind is too hazy to make Abyss Sludge without taking some.”

“I’m sure,” Rubric agreed, “You probably feel like you think too slowly without it. Luckily, I don’t need you to make it. I just need the recipe for it, so we can work on making something to help clear it out of your, and the other Pussies, systems. We have other slaves who can help on that end.”

Catrina pouted slightly, not even certain she really wanted to be without the drug, but could see that was one of the goals her new master had for her.

“Don’t worry,” said Rubric, lifting a hand up to scratch the Abyssian gently on the chin and cheekbone, showing some uncharacteristic sympathy for Catrina’s situation, “I will be here to make all your decisions from now on, and before you know it, you’ll be like you were before you ever took that poison.”

Catrina, enjoying the attention she was being given, let out a low purr, her pout turning to a light smile. It had been some time since she was treated with any kind of compassion, strangely coming from a male who had no problem giving her a degrading title, and intended to forcefully impregnate her.

As the trio stood there, Rubric caught out of the corner of his eye someone heading right for him at a quickened pace, and with a slight shift of his view, the bull could see it was his second in command. “Ah, Bacchus, you came at the right time. The Abyssians are here, and we need to discuss some rules when dealing with them.”

Bacchus stopped right in front of his fellow minotaur, having to take a few deep breaths as he stood there, obviously having ran for some time. “No time to talk,” he said, “I’ve got news.”

“Really?” Rubric questioned, “About what?”

“The crystal mare is about to make an announcement for all the slave masters, and its supposed to be big!” Bacchus said, looking more serious than Anya had ever seen him.

“Hmmm…” Rubric muttered, taking to rubbing his chin, “First I heard of it, but perhaps something just happened that needs our attention.” Looking at his newly acquired slave, and having an idea pop into his head, “Then why don’t we all go and see what she wants. Anya, want to come along?”

“Me?” the gryphon asked.

“If this is a meeting for all the slave masters, I think it’s a good time to show off what we’ve just got into our possession, as well as introduce my new Pussy Trainer.”

“Well if that’s what you want, I don’t see a problem.” said Anya, having no reason to refuse. If anything, it was just a valid excuse to avoid work for a while.

“Then take this, and follow me,” Rubric handed Anya the chain attached to Catrina’s collar, “The head mistress seldom leaves the main building, so we’ll have to go through the Way Stone to get to the meeting place.”

Rubric and Bacchus started walking, and giving a look to Catrina that said she was just as clueless as the Abyssian about this, the two followed right behind, as two felines curious to see what was probably about to screw with their lives next.