Equestria Trainers' Society: Work For Hire

The small group of two minotaur, one gryphon, and their recently purchased Abyssian slave girl, left the warehouse, heading to what Rubric called ‘The Way Stone’. The large, dark crystal wall that allowed Society members to travel quickly from one location to another. The clear stone structure could only function when the head mistress of The Society willed it, her magic being what allowed it to function, thus on any normal day, it was little more than a peculiar wall in the building. With the crystal mare summoning all the minotaur slave lords, however, the Way Stone was already active when the four approached it, and allowed them to pass through it without issue.

It was like walking through water, and once through Anya found herself in a new location, one that she had never been in before, where she struggled to get over the disorientation that came from traveling a great distance in space in under a second. This place, from what she had gathered from the two minotaur as they talked about what was happening, was the main branch of the slave ring, wherever that was supposed to be. When Anya was first abducted, the gryphon was taken to the Dodge Junction facility, where she did most of her training until Rubric transferred her to the Starlight Town location, but this new place was a completely unknown location to her, which was probably intentional.

“Greetings, Master Rubric.” Came the familiar voice of Schorl Tourmaline, as she welcomed the most important figure stepping out of the waystone. She had stationed herself at the side of the crystal portal, to more effectively power it, as well as to present herself as a gracious host to each arrival. “I’m glad you could make it, as I’m sure that you will be happy with what we have to announce.”

Anya took a moment to refocus her view of her surroundings as the mare spoke, and by the end of the sentence she had corrected herself, allowing her to see an all too common sight to her at this point; a room full of minotaur. The room itself was like the inside of a dome, with benches lining the outer walls in rows, like it was a stadium of sorts, with said seats being currently occupied by bovine males waiting impatiently for whatever announcement was going to be made. Because of how the room was made, they all faced towards a spacious center area, which was more than likely where whatever Schorl had to say would be said.

It didn’t take long for Anya to feel dark urges rising up inside her, initiated by the sight of all these bulls in an enclosed space. Her thoughts were trying hard to stray into the erotic, with flashes of these massive males pinning her down, so they could force themselves inside her against her will, leaking out from her subconscious. She knew this encounter would happen though, and thus was already shoving those visions back into the depths of her mind from which they came. The gryphon would not be controlled by these desires, just so long as she could prepare mentally ahead of time. At least, that is what she kept telling herself.

Having stabilized herself, Anya looked away from the minotaur in her direct line of sight, to the only minotaur not in their seat, aside from the ones who she had arrived with, which was Sartek, Schorl’s personal bodyguard, who was standing close by his employer. He seemed always present with her, and perhaps with good reason at the moment, as he might be needed if some of the other minotaur decided they didn’t like what they heard, and wanted to take it out on Schorl’s attractive pony body, after stripping off her pretty dress, and bending her arrogant flank over one of the se-.

Realizing that sexual thoughts were rising again, Anya made a now visual attempt to stifle them, clenching her eyes and shaking her head to knock out the images of Schorl, Catrina, and herself servicing a herd of buff bovines. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, as all attention was pointed in the direction of the hostess.

“So what is this all about?” Rubric asked, not to the mare who was his host, but to Sartek, “It’s rare for an impromptu meeting to be called.”

“All will be explained once you and your plus ones take your seats,” Sartek replied, “You were the last one we were waiting for.”

Rubric gave a nod in reply, searching for a spot that would accommodate the four members of his party, which thankfully there was plenty of open space left onin the benches. From the looks of it, the room could probably hold three times the amount of occupants if needed, so those present were, for the most part, only those important enough to be invited to this event. Most likely the other minotaur slave masters who Schorl dealt with to help run her operations, or so Anya assumed.

“Come,” Rubric said, finding a suitable spot, not saying anything else as he made his way.

Bacchus walked alongside his employer, having a good idea where they were going to sit already, while Anya just followed along, guiding Catrinia along with the leash she held firm in her paws. The Abyssian, being bound and in a strange location, showed no signs of resistance, but wore her worry very clearly as she was paraded through the room. Anya could understand her fear, as while Rubric had claimed her as his personal sex slave, the gryphon had already come to know that he had no issue sharing his slaves with others, and each minotaur they passed by had their eyes drawn to the feline creature, since she was of a species that none of them yet possessed.

The group of four ended up taking seats on the opposite side of the room from the Way Stone, right next to an exit door. Anya, being wise to her boss’ motives, figured that he did this just so everyone in the room would have a chance to see what he had brought with him, as a form of advertising. Though, if they had an interest in the cat creature gracing the room with her presence, they would have to wait till later to inquire, as the moment Rubric took his seat, Schorl took that as a signal to begin her explanation as to why everyone had been summoned.

“Thank you all for coming, esteemed minotaur slave lords,” she said, her voice filling the domed room as her horn took glow, the crystal unicorn using a spell to amplify her volume, as she walked down a small ramp leading from the Way Stone to the center of the room, “I know that it was a short notice that you were summoned to attend this meeting, but I assure you all this will be well worth the distraction from your slaver activities.”

The minotaur murmured amongst themselves, perhaps skeptical of Schorl’s claim, or just curious as to what would be so important to pull them away from their work. They wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out what she had prepared for them, as she reached center stage, and continued.

“As you are all aware, The Society is constantly looking for new ways to satisfy and make easier the lives of not only our pony clientele, but that of our gracious minotaur investors, of whom without this facility wouldn’t even be possible.” The mare said, speaking like a presenter at an investor’s conference, who was about to reveal some new product or innovation devised to pull in interest from the share holders, “With the aid of The Society, you all have been given access to many luxuries and opportunities, such as the lovely accommodation set up to help you relax after a long day of raiding, and access to our extensive slave network, which provides you with females and males of any species your hearts may desire to have in your service. Not to mention our services in subduing and training said creatures so they can perfectly perform whatever role you may intend for them.”

No minotaur objected to the claims the mare made concerning her illegal slavery ring, but looking around, none of them seemed all that impressed by Schorl’s declarations. These minotaur were, in their own twisted way, businessmen, and unlike the sleazy, rich and famous ponies of Equestria that the head mistress of The Society usually entertained, they were not swayed by glammed up words about what her organization had to offer. All they truly cared about was what they could see, and so far Schorl was doing far too much telling, and not enough showing for the bovine’s liking.

That didn’t impede the mare in the slightest in proceeding with her show, as she found her own entertainment in being the performer, even if her audience didn’t appreciate the effort. “However, at my own admittance, our organization, which at its core exists to provide every possible desire to those privileged enough to be considered a member, has failed in providing you a proper variety in a certain area. While we have provided the best cooked foods from across Equestria and beyond, and consistently one up ourselves by adding new, rare, and exotic creatures to our slave rosters, we have done little to expand on the talent we have available as workers.”

The minotaur in the room stirred slightly at what the mare was saying, even Rubric as he rubbed his chin in curiosity. Anya, on the other hand, didn’t really understand what was so special about Schorl’s declaration. She was providing the minotaur with more workers to hire? As far as Anya had seen, the only creatures they ever had done the grunt work were minotaur and gryphons, so it just sounded like the crystal pony had found more saps from Griffinstone to help cart around captive ponies for profit.

“I can see that some of you are already intrigued with what I have to show,” Schorl said, sweeping her eyes across the attending minotaur, “So without further delay, allow me to present the newest additions to our little family.”

At the head mistress’ cue, the exit doors to the room opened, revealing what Schorl had believed was so important to summon all the top minotaur in her employ. Being seated right next to the doors, Anya couldn’t see who was entering, but she could see that some of the minotaur who could were starting to form shocked expressions. Whatever they were seeing, they clearly weren’t expecting it, or it was something so grand that it amazed them regardless.

“Come on in,” Schorl beckoned to the doorway, “Let your potential employers get a good look at you.”

The creatures that had been waiting outside the room entered, and when they got a few feet into it, Anya could finally see what had shocked the minotaur, and became somewhat surprised herself, as what she laid eyes on was perhaps the furthest thing from what she believed she’d see.

Several dozen small, dog-like creatures, walking on their hind legs, wearing small scraps of untattered, but incomplete articles of clothing made their way to the center area, to join Schorl in that space. They were Diamond Dogs, a species that Anya had encountered, but had no formal interactions with. Not that most civilized species would, as diamond dogs were not the kind of creatures that interacted well with those outside of their own communities, known to be general pests who burrowed deep in the underground caves of Equestria, always seeking gemstones, and being a general nuisance while doing it.

While not exactly smart creatures, they had no issue with stealing things they think they needed, and had even been known to kidnap creatures to use as slave labor. As that aspect of them dawned on Anya, it became very clear why Schorl would think it would be a good idea to have them be on The Society’s payroll. It was a novel idea, for sure, but Anya couldn’t help but snicker at the mare’s unfamiliarity with how these creatures operated. They were not the type who could be bargained with, nor did they make deals.

They were, in many ways, barely above wild dogs, the kinds that sentient creatures made their pets. Schorl might have had them sign some sort of contract for their labor, like she did with the gryphon she hired, but these canines would not have had the mental capacity to understand it, and would have even less ability to follow the rules she set in place. Just getting from one end of the walkway from the door to the other was proving a problem, as the bigger ones practically trampled over the smaller ones as they strode unimpeded in the tight space between the bleachers, as some of those tiny dogs made small growls displaying there dissatisfaction at almost being stepped on. Maybe that was the point, to cause a ‘breach of contract’, giving Schorl an excuse to force them into submission, but with the size of the group present, Anya didn’t think that would be an easy task, even for these experienced slavers. To some degree, Anya was anticipating the chaos these dogs would bring to the crystal mare.

For now though, they appeared to be behaving, assuredly lured in with the promise of jewels, the only thing they cared for, and once they were all front and center, everyone could see that there was a wide variety of them present. Diamond dogs and wild dogs were very closely related, thus they shared many similar breeds, from pugs to saint bernards. It was kinda like how gryphons were comprised of a mixture of cat and bird breeds, though no self respecting gryphon would ever make the comparison between themselves and these mutts. Still, such a diverse clan of diamond dogs, assuming that was a single group, was interesting to see.

“As you can all see, we have plenty for everyone,” Schorl said, noting the number of those she had convinced to work for The Society, “And if this arrangement works out, then more are to come. More importantly though, I’m sure that you all are wondering how these creatures can aid you in your tasks, both large and small.”

Schorl started to list off a series of things the diamond dogs could do, which to Anya amounted to an unimpressive combination of ‘dig good’ and ‘be swarming brutes’. To her, the minotaur would be better off sticking to gryphons, since they had an actual talent when it came to airborne combat, which gave them a distinct advantage over most other creatures, outside of winged dragons and pegasi.

With how crafty Rubric showed himself to be with Capper previously, Anya was almost certain he would likewise catch on to how this was a poor investment. A money sink that would not garner any returns. The other minotaur slave lords might fall for it, but Rubric had to be the type to know a lemon when he saw it.

“Hey Bacchus,” Rubric said, just loud enough for Anya to pick up his words through Schorl’s sales pitch, “What do you think of these mutts?”

“Some of the females look nice, I suppose.” Bacchus replied, thinking with his dick more than the practical uses of the dogs, but Anya could agree that was a better way to appraise them. Now that it was on her mind, Anya had to admit that some of the diamond dogs were pretty cute. Not in a way that sparked her attraction that much, but in a way that she wouldn’t mind taming one into a submissive, if given the chance. “But they’re kinda small aren’t they? I wonder if they could even take a dick.”

A small burst of air shot from Anya’s beak as she kept it closed to prevent herself from laughing. Even an oaf like Bacchus didn’t consider them anything more than potential cocksleeves. If this was a trend that was prevalent throughout the attendants, whatever finder’s fee Schorl hoped to get from the enlistment of these dogs was going to be non-existent.

“She’s not showing off slaves,” Rubric said, correcting his second in command.

“She’s not?” Bacchus replied, revealing that he was hardly paying attention to Schorl’s words, “Then what’s with the collars?”

“I think it’s just a clothing aesthetic they use,” answered Rubric, “They are dogs, after all.”

“So they are workers like the gryphons then?” Bacchus questioned, “But they are so… tiny.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean they can’t serve some purpose.” said Rubric, trying to evaluate what he could do with just a few of them, “I’d at least like to see what they are capable of, and if they can’t do much at first, perhaps they can be trained.”

A part of Anya wanted to tell Rubric that the diamond dogs wouldn’t be worth the money or effort, as he had gained some small degree of respect from her, but her gryphon nature convinced her that this really wasn’t her problem. Besides, when she tried to give him advice during the abyssian deal, he effectively shushed her. If the minotaur wanted to drop money on something like this, that was on him.

Rubric’s discussion with Bacchus ended right around Schorl ended her detailed explanation of the diamond dogs’ abilities, and with that finished there seemed to only be one segment of this meeting left.

“Now that you all have gotten a good look at what we have to offer, and have been made aware of how useful they can be, we will now open the draft for all those who wish to purchase employment contracts. Of course, I must remind all of you that Lord Rubric has the first pick of the litter, due to the special agreement between him and Sartek.” The crystal mare made her way over to Rubric, getting as close as she could without leaving the central space, “How many shall I mark you down for?”

Rubric, having all eyes locked on him, stoically replied, “What is the standard pay for these creatures?”

“Roughly the same as a gryphon,” Schorl said, to which Anya silently took some offense to, “But there are some special details to paying them.”

“Which is?” Rubric asked, clearly wanting to know what this provision to their wages would be before accepting it.

“Diamond Dogs wish to only be paid in gemstones,” Schorl stated bluntly, “And since I know that you all don’t carry around bags of rubies and emeralds everywhere, all payments will have to be done through me, since I do have a deep well of gemstones I’m able to deliver at the ready. Aside from that, it’s all just a standard payment method.”

Listening to Schorl’s explanation, Anya’s brain clicked everything together. The crystal pony’s scheme was to use this exchange of money for gems to get more out of them than they were worth. Even if she did something as a five percent markup, then she’d be able to restock her supply of gemstones at no cost to herself, and make a profit on the side. At least, that’s what the gryphon suspected, since it was a basic rule of business to sell things for more than it’s worth, and there was no reason for the unicorn to let the minotaur get gemstones, even the cheapest ones one could find, for their actual value.

“Then I’ll take three,” Rubric said, “Just to test them out before making any further decisions. Bacchus, go pick out some nice ones, before we let the others have their go.”

Bacchus got up from his seat without a word, using the bleachers as steps to get to where the diamond dogs were. He swept his gaze across the lot of them, trying to figure out which ones were the pick of the litter. Eventually, he decided which ones stood out to him, pointing at three males.

“You three, come over here.” he said, having to wait a moment as the chosen trio figured out who the minotaur was talking to. Once they figured it out, they separated themselves from the crowd, and made their way to the awaiting minotaur.

“The minotaur made an excellent choice,” said a gray, green-eyed dog wearing a red vest, “We will work well for you, as we have much experience in capturing ponies.”

“But not at keep’in them,” called a voice from the remaining diamond dogs, which caused an uproar of mocking laughter from much of the pack.

The gray diamond dog twisted himself to snarl and growl at those who hadn’t been selected, not at all amused at the joke brought up at his expense. Bacchus didn’t seem that amused himself, since this brought his judgment to question.

“Who said that?” Bacchus said angrily, more reactively than anything, since it wasn’t like he could punish the one who made the outburst.

“Yes, which one of you did say that?” Rubric said, raising his voice from his seat, the tone and frightening depth of it bringing the laughter to a halt. “You had something to say, so no reason to hide now that you’ve said it.”

The congregation of canines started to shift, as those gathered in the middle were made to make way for the owner of the snide remark. Before long, a diamond dog that was just slightly smaller than average stepped out of the group, a female one who bore the features of a german shepherd.

“I’s the one oo’ said it,” said the shepherd, looking over to the other of her kind that she called out, “And say et again, I would. Rova’ ear couln't keep a single pony prisna for a’ houwa, let allon the bunch yu’all want.”

The diamond dog spoke in a strange, broken accent, which Anya couldn’t exactly pin down. It sounded a little Bittish, crudely cranked up to a thirteen, to the point that it was difficult to understand every word she was saying. What was clear though was that this dog held a lot of confidence, as she didn’t hesitate or flinch at all when addressing Rubric.

“And I assume that you can do better than him and his team?” Rubric asked, evaluating this brazen bitch’s traits, and gauging her reactions to his word.

“Sur’a can,” replied the female diamond dog, “Me an’ me mates could roun’up more ponies than yu could snip a whip’pat.”

“Are you trying to steal my job, Mattie?!” yelled the previously selected male, looking like he was ready to start a fight over this interruption.

“It’s not your job yet,” Rubric said, expression stoic as usual, but clearly interested in the sheppard’s, “So, Mattie was it? Can you guarantee me a better performance than your friend here?”

“I’s don’t know what ‘garrante’ means, but I’s can promise yu more bitches for yor cages than this onna getcha.” The shepherd's declaration held no quiver of doubt, as she was certain that any task the gray male could do, she could do better.

“Then you’ll have your opportunity to prove yourself,” Rubric accepted, “So long as you have two more to join with you.”

The sheppard looked back into the group of her fellow canines, and gave a whistle. Immediately the small pond of bodies had to shift again, but this time for a more obvious reason, as one of the larger dogs made its way out from the center. It was another female, with a fluffy coat of fur, covered in the dirt of the cave that was her home, making it a mish-mash of gray, brown, and black.

“It looks like a great pyrenees,” Anya said, identifying the diamond dog’s closest relative, “A breed that sheep often keep around for protection.”

“So a guard dog,” Rubric said, deducing a possible purpose for this large diamond dog, “Could come in herding targets, and keeping watch over them.”

As the pyrenees breached the border the rest of her kind made with their bodies, one more diamond dog stepped out behind her, following fairly close, a smaller female that was almost hidden by the pyrenees’ large body. She wasn’t just tiny compared to the large breed she was following, but a bit smaller than the shepherd as well, her fur being different shades of dark and light brow, with a patch of beige fur that covered her belly and chest, that traveled up her neck and to her muzzle.

“That must be the third member of their trio,” Rubric stated to Anya, “Do you know anything about this breed?”

“She’s a cocker spaniel,” Anya replied, “They are a smaller breed, traditionally used to flush out small animals, usually by more predatory species.”

“So a group of herding dogs,” Rubric said, noticing that each of the three female diamond dogs, or at least the wild dogs they were similar to, all had ways of guiding other lesser animals around. “That could be a useful skill during raids.”

“I guess,” Anya said, mostly to herself, not so sure about these dogs.

“I’ll take those three,” Rubric said to Schorl, satisfied with what he saw, “Prepare whatever paperwork I need to sign, and I’ll fill it out while the others fight over the scrapes.”

“Of course, Master Rubric,” Schorl replied, going over the trio of female canines, “This way girls. You’ll soon be adop- I mean, hired into the service of this powerful minotaur.”

Anya scoffed at the crystal pony’s words, catching what she almost let slip. To the mare, this was akin to running a puppy mill, letting her best clients purchase whichever ones caught their eye. Anya wondered if even Schorl truly believed that the diamond dogs could be useful, or if this was just another way to make money for her. Whichever it was, Anya had to admit that her plans succeeded, as the minotaur in the room started competing with one another over the remaining dogs, now that Rubic had made his selection, and they were free to place bids freely.

As time went on, with Anya waiting for Rubric’s return, she was left to just sit there and stew in her thoughts, which were still being plagued with random urges to have the minotaur in the room fuck her. The room, as large as it was, felt increasingly more claustrophobic the longer she stayed in it. Her hopes that their group would leave soon after Rubic made his pick were sorely dashed, as she ended up being there till the contract auction came to a close, which the gryphon believed took over an hour to finish.

An hour of just sitting there, with the absyssian Rubric purchased attached to her via a leash, watching a room of unfamiliar bovines lay claim to a bunch of dogs. If she had been in a room with literally any other type of creatures, Anya would have been happy to get that time away from work, but it was difficult for her to remain seated when all these bulls were causing some of the most debaucherous thoughts the gryphon had ever imagined to emerge. It took a great force of will to push them all down, as they came one after another, each one taking a toll and sparking her arousal bit by bit.

The space between her legs had slowly moistened, becoming dewy against her will, the room was becoming increasingly stuffy as her body heat rose a few degrees, before Rubric finally returned, the three diamond dogs he had hired at his side.

“Get up you two, we’re leaving,” Rubric said, commanding his subordinates.

“Good!” Anya said in a hushed yell, trying not to draw attention to herself as her body shot right up, standing up as fast as her legs would allow, more than ready to leave.

“Are… you ok?” Rubric asked Anya, such behavior impossible to ignore, nor was her semi-spread wings, and slightly flushed completion, which was showing under her feathers.

“I’m fine.” Anya said back, being very short with her response, “I just want to get out of here. We have to get back to the Waystone, right?”

Anya slid out into the aisles, Catrina still attached to her wrist, rushing past Rubric and the diamond dogs as she made her way towards the stone, with the abyssian having to keep up with her pace to prevent being dragged along. Rubric sent a sideways glance to Bacchus as he got up as well, who responded to it with a shrug, having no clue what Anya had been going on inside her mind.

“Come on girls,” he said to his new diamond dog employees, “Time to put you to use.”

The three dogs complied, following Rubric as he went the same path Anya had, as she did go the most direct way to get to the Waystone. If the gryphon thought they were heading back to the warehouse, she was only partially right. Rubric needed to see to something first, and that would end them up somewhere not quiet where she assumed.