Equestria Trainers' Society: Work For Hire

With the introduction of the Diamond Dogs to the Society’s ecosystem, things changed drastically for not only Anya, but all the gryphons employed by the organization. Each of the feline fowls found themselves receiving less unwanted attention from the minotaur, who because of the deal Rubric had made with Mattie, had become very popular around the warehouse.

While their agreement had only applied to Mattie and her two cohorts, word spread fast that the trio was getting double pay for what amounted to some ‘heavy petting’. Every other Diamond Dog present the day Schorl presented her new addition had been hired in one way or another, and as a species whose greed for gemstones rivaled a gryphon’s greed for gold, they were each happy to give up their right to personal space to make their purses a little bit heavier. Not every dog got the same double pay deal as Mattie’s gang, with the males receiving a large cut to this bonus on the whole due to most minotaur having more interest in frisking the females, but each surrendered to a smaller percentage when the alternative was nothing.

For the first few days, every gryphon was relieved that they were no longer the targets of random minotaur teasing, flirting, and outright offers to exchange sex for money, but as the days went by they started to realize how in place of all that was more work.

“Can you believe it?” Gilda said, complaining aloud to those around her, who happened to be Gallus and Anya, as she stewed in her own angst over the sudden changes in the social dynamics among the Society’s workers.

The three gryphons had their own corner of the warehouse to do their assignments for the day. They were assigned to work together assembling portable cages clearly designed for large sized creatures, as even a minotaur could have fit uncomfortably inside them. Gallus, while contracted to a different minotaur slave master than the two gryphonesses, had been rented out as an extra set of hands for the finalization of preparations for some big project Rubric had been setting up for long before Anya’s discovery of the Society.

“They just show up one day, and end up taking up all the easy jobs.” Gilda scoffed, watching a small pack of dogs pushing and pulling a set of carts with boxes stacked on top of them down the shelves of capture supplies, it taking three of the smaller ones to do the work of a single gryphon.

“They are doing what the minotaur think they are capable of,” Anya said, trying to give a counterpoint to the younger gryphoness who had been nothing but adversarial to her up until now, while in her mind admitting to herself that the use of the dogs was very inefficient. She then followed up with, “You expect creatures that small to be able to pick up these heavy steel gratings?”, referring to the walls of the cages they were tasked with putting together.

Both Anya and Gilda reluctantly bent down to grab one of the heavy pieces of steel lying across the ground, working together to lift it into a standing position, right up against the other parts that were already put together. Gallus was waiting in flight, ready to move in to insert the large pins that would link what was to be the cage door, connecting it to the rest of the already constructed structure.

“No, I expect the minotaur to do this shit,” Gilda replied, displaying her indignance openly as both the female avians strained to hold what would be the cage’s door up log enough for Gallus to finish, “But they’ve all started taking up the supervision jobs now that they got the dogs to cover the rest of the work with us.”

Anya hated to say it, so she didn’t, but Gilda had a point. There was no reason she could see why the minotaur couldn’t be the ones doing the heavy lifting here, except that they were just choosing not to. It wasn’t just these three who had it worse either, as every gryphon not working in the slave processing part of the facility had been given tougher tasks, made to strain their bodies with labor that the bulls typically did without breaking a sweat.

“But that aside, you know the minotaur are playing favorites here.” Gilda continued, just complaining for the sake of it, “They give the mutts the easier jobs because they like being around them. They take them out to train daily, put their hands on them every chance they get, and treat them more like pets than employees.”

“That was the point of the deals they made,” Anya replied, dismissing Gilda’s gripes, “You do know that even at double pay, they get less money than us, right?” While each dog was getting paid their body weight in gems, lots of the glittery stones held next to no value when compared to a standard Equestrian gold coin.

“I’m just saying,” said Gilda, not ready to let this go.”If I had known being weak was such an advantage here, I would have pretended to be as pathetic as them from the start.”

“Yeah…” Gallus said, having to flap his wings hard to keep airborne as he slid what must have been twenty pound pieces of tempered steel into place. “Who would have thought that brutes like them had a type for cute creatures.”

“Cute?” Gilda repeated angrily, “You think those slobbering mutts are ‘cute’?”

“No, no,” Gallus objected, as he put the next peg in place, “It’s more something a minotaur said to me before. He told me I was… cute, and that he would gladly pay me a bit extra if I… did him some favors in private.”

“Heck, I’d take one up on the offer if it meant not having to do stuff like this anymore,” Gilda said, stepping away from the large cage door now that two of the three hinges were filled.

“Gilda, he means the guy wanted to fuck him.” Anya clarified, being much less subtle about the subject, to Gallus’ embarrassment.

“I know that,” Gilda replied, “Everyone knows he’s the company twink.”

“I’m not a twink,” Gallus rebutted, annoyed by the insinuation.

“Sure, dude,” Gilda said in a flippant response, “But even if you aren’t, you should hop on the opportunity. Really, what’s the worse choice here? Having to put together these quarter ton cages all day, or taking it up the-?”

The loud clang of metal slamming into metal disrupted Gilda’s sentence, as Gallus put the last piece of the cage together with a good deal of added force behind it. “You know, at least the minotaur treat me with a bit of respect when they're trying to get into my pants. All I hear you and the other gryphons say about me is that I’m some kind of slut ‘cause I got talked into a sexual dare ONE time.”

With his part of the job done, Gallus flew off to another part of the warehouse. His reaction to being teased caused Gilda to be taken aback, as the younger gryphon had never displayed hostility or stood up to other gryphons. “What’s his problem?”

“Geez, do you think it might be exactly what he just said?” Anya answered, perhaps the only gryphon who didn’t ridicule him for playing into the minotaur’s hands. Then again, she was called a minotaur sex toy behind her back too, so she and Gallus were in the same boat. “I’m pretty sure that he’s not even gay, and you’re telling him to drop his shorts and bounce his ass on a dick the size of his arm.”

While Anya couldn’t deny that the idea of seeing the younger avian performing such acts would be arousing to see, her time around ponies granted her the empathy to know that one shouldn’t pressure another into a lifestyle they didn’t want to be a part of. If Gallus was so adamant against against being seen as gay or as some sort of prostitute, either of which to him might have been seen as an attack on his masculinity, then at the very least the people who knew him personally, like Gilda, could do is not keep propagating that idea.

“Oh, come on. You know that gryphons like to mess with each other.” Gilda said, defending her position, “It toughens us up, stops us from being namby-pamby creatures like how ponies are.”

Anya knew this was true, as she had gone through, and participated in, her own various events of hazing growing up. “Gilda, do you ever wonder why it is that gryphons keep wanting to leave Griffinstone when they grow up?”

“No, everyone knows that place is a dilapidated shithole that’s filled with je-” Gilda paused, catching where Anya was trying to lead her train of thought, “Whatever, he’s acting like a huge pussy about this, and I’m not talking about those oversized cats Rubric bought.”

Anya sighed, as she probably would have said the same things when she was Gilda’s age, “You know, living in Equestria has taught me that it’s ok to not be a total bitch all the time. I’d have thought that you going to that Junior Speedsters’ flying school would have done the same.”

Gilda gritted her beak, Anya unknowingly touching on a tender subject when it came to things involving that school. Suddenly, the younger gryphon slammed her fist into the bars of the last cage they had finished. “Well look at that, solid as a rock. Pretty sure that’s the last one for today too, so I’m clocking out.”

With that said, Gilda made her leave, making sure to offhandedly flip Anya off as she flew away. Anya ignored the disrespect, as the more she came to know about the younger gryphon, the more she came to learn this wasn’t something directed solely at her. Gilda treated pretty much everyone, from the diamond dogs, to fellow gryphons, to even the minotaur that employed her, with some degree of attitude. If Rubric wasn’t going to correct her indignant behavior, then it didn’t seem worth the energy for Anya to try again either.

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to after a hard day of work. Anya’s muscles ached, and her body was covered in sweat from exerting herself over and over with these cage parts. The leather jeans she wore that day were completely saturated on the inside, and she was glad she wore a black shirt during work hours, else everyone would have been able to see dark spots in the places that soaked up her perspiration. To put it bluntly, she was tired, wet, and smelled a bit, and that was something that needed to be rectified immediately.

Thankfully, the crystal mare that owned this facility understood that a hard day of work could lead to situations like this, and had the building built with that notion in mind. So, after taking a small break to let Gilda leave the warehouse, and hopefully return to the housing section of the facility, Anya made her way to the time clock herself, signing off for the day, before heading to an open pathway just off to the side of it. A sign above the pathway read ‘Showers’, but Anya knew well what lay just beyond that exit from her work space.

Just before a split that separated the males shower room from the females, there was a small barred window in the wall that housed an earth pony mare who was on duty tending to those who wished to use the bathing area. An enslaved pony, one of many that was assigned to this station, who had been trained to perfect obedience. A ‘trustee’, as they were called, who Anya had little concern for outside of their function. In exchange for a few bits, Anya would receive from this mare a bucket of discounted cleaning supplies, including bottled soap, a washcloth, a towel, and a scrub brush for her cat fur and talons. Anya suspected that had the crystal mare who ran this operation wanted, all of these could be given to the workers free of charge, since the few bits given hardly covered a tenth of what these things would cost to maintain. However, she also had a feeling that the cost was used more as a reminder that this was a work relationship, and anything that was not part of the worker’s contracted pay would not be supplied freely.

After trading her hard earned gold for goods, Anya moved on to the next room, one containing walls of lockers. Finding the one that ‘belonged’ to her, she messed with the combination on it until it opened, finding a fresh pair of her clothes waiting inside. All she did was confirm that the locker had been restocked before closing it back up, and proceeded to strip every article of clothes off. She was so glad to get all those sweat drenched clothes off her body, even as her own saturated body hit the cool area of the locker room, making her skin form goosebumps from the exposure. Tossing her dirty clothing into a bin to be washed, the completely nude gryphon made a quickened walk to the showers, bucket in hand.

Passing through an open doorway, Anya made it to her destination, the large, open room which served as the female bathing area. There were no stalls, only a row of wall mounted shower heads that could be detached to get water to hard to reach spots, and small stool seats placed in front of each one. This was another thing that Anya assumed was not the cause of budget cuts, but something that served a secondary purpose. If it was to build some form of solidarity, then the crystal unicorn underestimated how little gryphons enjoyed each others' company. If it was to instill humility through embarrassment, then she underestimated how strong a gryphon’s ego was. Whatever the reason, most of the gryphon crew had gotten too used to the accommodations to care one way or the other, Anya included. Still, that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t enjoy having the room all to herself, which she would for the next ten to twenty minutes since she clocked off early. After that other gryphons would enter in, and infest this room with a plague of gripes and gossip, but as they would come in, she would head out, having finished with her nice, relaxing, and private shower.

Setting her towel up on a rack near her chosen shower, it only took a turn of a handle for a stream of pure pleasure to rain down, and wash over the gryphoness, her tired body rejoicing at the heated water pouring down from above. “Sweet fuck, this is better than sex.” Anya declared aloud, feeling the entirety of her body delightfully shudder from the warmth.

With an added full body stretch, that would have nicely shown off her feathered feline features if anyone had been present to see, Anya set her item bucket on the stool, and retrieved the liquid soap and washcloth from the container. Squirting herself out a handful of the soap, she turned her back to the sprinkling water, and spread the gooey fluid all over herself, rubbing it wherever she could reach till a light foam formed.

Her chest plumage became obscured with lather, as she made sure that each of the soft feathers received a thorough cleaning, with her cat fur covered hip and waist curves receiving a lighter layering of suds due to the small hairs being easier to get clean. As she moved her hands lower down, she took the scrub brush in from the bucket so she could reach around and knock any grime she had collected in the fur covering her nicely rounded butt cheeks, and then used the shower head to get the space in between them and under the base of her tail. From there, the last place that needed a thorough cleansing was her crotch, which she focused the shower’s stream on directly, parting her legs so she could expose her mound to the warm water, which felt wonderful.

Had this been a time before joining the Society, and particularly before having gone through the intense experience that was sex with a minotaur, she would have used this moment to touch herself, and sneak in a light after work orgasm. After weeks of attempting to get off in private, she knew that to try and bring herself to cum would take a great deal of effort to get any results. Not only that, but her mind seemed to only get turned on by a single type of fantasy now, that being her own domination at the hands of a minotaur.

It was not a pleasant fantasy for one who fancied herself a dominant, to be under the hoof of another, but thoughts of a minotaur enforcing his will onto her were the only thing that got her juices flowing. Furthermore, it was all she could think of when watching the bulls in action, as the smallest display of their raw power, effortlessly flaunting their physiques. The gryphon couldn’t understand how a single time with two minotaur could ruin her sexual perspective to this degree, after all the other perverse encounters she had partaken in over the years, but it was like she was in some form of mental chastity, which only these muscular bovine men held the key to her liberation.

Anya was just glad she had been able to keep her attraction so well hidden for so long, cause if the bulls knew about her newfound weakness for their species, they would surely exploit it, poking and prodding at this unwanted desire of hers until she cracked. Then she would be the ‘swallow’ the other gryphons called her behind her back, a gryphon who was willing to put out to the minotaur like a common slut. Personally, she was thankful that Rubric assigned her to the back breaking labor in the warehouse, because if she was in the slave processing areas, she’d probably lose it the moment she saw some kidnapped pony getting held down and tied up by one of her bovine co-workers. Just imagining it, and putting herself in that position, gave her tingles that she instantly regretted. That’s why she never complained about the exhausting tasks she was given, because she didn’t want to risk her complaints being taken to heart and her being given a ‘simpler’ job in that department.

All Anya had to do was keep her head down, not involve herself with anything that might ignite her unexplained lust towards the minotaur, and last until she completed the terms of her contract. Then she’d be free to do what she came here to do in the first place, which was rescue those the Society took from her that she held close. So far that wasn’t too hard to accomplish, but the gryphon had a feeling that if she had to see the kind of groping and molesting that they inflicted upon those they captured and sold as slaves, she might just end up in a collar alongside them.

Moving onto the rinse portion of her shower, Anya started to hear some noises coming from the locker room. The sound of light conversation, and metal doors opening and closing. “Have I been in here that long already?” she asked herself, not thinking she had spent ten minutes in the shower yet.

In most places she stayed, she would have been to gauge how much time had passed due to the temperature of the water getting progressively cooler, but the society always had access to hot water, with rumors saying that it was due to captive dragons being used to keep it consistently high, for as silly a reason that would be if it were true. In the shower room, one could only keep track of things by the pace of how they cleansed themselves, and normally it only took Anya seven minutes to get through her routine, and she hadn’t even gotten to her wings yet. She had to assume that others had gotten off early just as she did, so she wasn’t going to be able to just stand under the water for an extended period of time like she wanted.

“Dammit,” she said to herself as she moved the bucket off the stool, so she could use it to sit down, pissed that she found the one day when some of her kind decided to be punctual.

At least, that’s what she had thought, but as she brought a wing to her front to wash them by running the shower head across her longer feathers, she kept watch on the entryway from the corner of her eye. A few seconds later, the gryphon saw someone enter, but it was no gryphon that she had been hearing, as a large creature had to enter through the doorway by bending forward so they wouldn’t hit their head, or the horns atop it.

No way, Anya thought, her eyes going wide and her irises narrowing as a minotaur stepped into the showers, followed by another, and then another, carrying buckets just like the one she had for her soap and towel.

For a moment she thought this had to be another one of her recent sex driven hallucinations, and that her mind was making her picture a scene where a group of bulls were coming in to gang fuck her. Then she noticed that these minotaur still had their clothes on, what little each wore, and for this setting it would have been strange to imagine someone to be dressed.

“Hey!” she yelled, turning away and using her wings to cover her body, while twisting her head sideways to shoot them an angry glare, “You have the wrong side! This is the women’s room!”

“We’re aware of which side we are on,” the bull replied, “But we aren’t here to shower ourselves.”

“Then what the fuck?!” Anya yelled, getting pissed that the minotaur were not immediately leaving, “Don’t tell me you’re coming in to do some repairs while I’m in here.”

“Nothing like that,” said the minotaur, not showing a bit of care about Anya’s privacy or anger, “We have to use the showers, but not for ourselves.”

It was about this time that Anya noticed that the group of minotaur were not alone, and that some of the last minotaur to enter were tugging on leashes that lead into the locker room, meaning that they were bringing in other creatures. Anya’s first guess was that it would be some of the Society’s slaves, and maybe the place they were normally bathed had a broken pipe, but then she saw what was on the other end of the leashes enter in, which was a small pack of female diamond dogs.

“Are you serious?” Anya said, annoyed that this was the excuse the minotaur were using to invade the sanctity of the female shower room, “Diamond Dogs don’t even take showers.”

“Exactly,” said the minotaur, “Have you gotten a good whiff of them since they got here? They stink. They smell up the warehouse when they work, and get covered in dirt when they train. We showed them where the showers were, and even offered to pay their fee, but they kept ignoring it. So if they aren’t gonna bathe themselves on their own, we’re gonna do it for them.”

The diamond dogs, having been stripped of all but the collars they enjoyed wearing, were tugging hard on the leashes to get free from the bulls who vastly overpowered them, not wanting to be there as much as Anya didn’t want them to be there. Though, the only thing the diamond dogs seemed truly against was the idea that they were going to be bathed, as none of them so much as covered what they should have considered private parts, or verbally expressed how humiliating it was to be treated like common dogs.

“If you got a problem with us being here, you’re welcome to finish up and leave,” the minotaur that had been speaking to Anya said, as the others each took a dog and headed to an open shower, “But even the head mistress agreed that today had to be the day.”

“Couldn’t you have done this on the male side?” Anya said, making one last rebuttal on this unideal situation.

“We are,” the minotaur replied, “Where do you think all the guys are?”

Looking over the present pack of pooches, who were currently getting their leashes knotted to the towel racks of their individual showers, Anya could only spot females among them. Thus, in a ‘to the letter of the law’ sort of way, the minotaur were, adhering to the notion that this shower room was for the use of women only.

“So what’s it gonna be? Sticking around, or heading out?” said the minotaur, not waiting for a verbal reply as he headed to one of the dogs that had been tied up and left alone.

Anya would have taken off if she felt she could, but she was already having issues when it came to being naked in front of all these minotaur. Her knees felt weak, legs trembling as she felt arousal build up in her loins. If she hadn’t been sitting, she might have crumpled to her knees the second the bulls walked in on her. She was also having trouble keeping her wings down, as they wanted to go into the ‘wing boner’ position that happened when avian species got turned on. In this condition, she’d have to crawl out to leave, and that would not go unnoticed.

It would be a shameful exit at best, but if a minotaur wanted to take advantage of her, Anya would be unable to offer up any resistance. She probably would even allow it if a minotaur asked directly, as much as she tried to fight with her sexual instincts against the idea of letting a minotaur treat her like a sex doll again. Her objections didn’t prevent her body from urging her to give in, as her pussy drooled out fluids in preparation of a potential bovine penetration.

“Just keep it together, Anya.” the gryphon whispered to herself, the running water from all the now active showers not letting her words get anywhere close to minotaur ears, “Keep calm and continue your shower like you had planned.”

Anya reached down to physically lift one of her talons onto her knee, with her legs not working properly to do it by themselves, so she could use the scrub brush on them, deciding not to do her wings first so she could use them to block her body. Though as she looked over her shoulder to see if any bulls were trying to sneak a peek, she found that no one was particularly paying her any mind. They were all attending to their diamond dogs, pouring copious amounts of soap into their hands, and soaking down their coats, much to the canines’ dismay. This made Anya feel a little better for a second, since she thought that if none of the surrounding bovines were ogling her, she might not have to worry about perverted thoughts entering her mind. The moment she felt she could relax though, was when the real problem arrived.

One by one, the diamond dogs started to let out a series of whimpers and yips as the minotaur laid hands upon them. Each one of them had to endure having their fur rubbed down with soap and water, which led to a good deal of fondling as the bulls did not shy away from their breasts, asses, or the spaces between their legs. As Anya snuck her own peek at the activities going around her, she could see that those particular areas of the diamond dogs were being focused on more than others, and she could not give the bulls the benefit of the doubt that this was purely to ensure these sensitive spots were properly clean.

It was without any uncertainty that this was one of the minotaur’s little games, and while the original inspiration for this could have been the dog’s odor, they must have quickly seen this as an excuse to grope them. Anya wouldn’t have been surprised if the ones bathing the males were of a homosexual persuasion, and were purposefully poking and prodding at their genitals and the space beneath their tails as well.

Anya wondered if the mongrels knew they were being molested, and were just being silent about the hands rubbing them relentlessly due to their individual agreements to let the minotaur touch them as they pleased. Watching them out of the corner of her eye, they seemed to be just behaving like typical dogs, with some trying to escape at each opportunity presented, only to get caught by their leash and get dragged back into the invasive hands of the bovines. Others were doing their best to hold still, showing more self control when it came to being made to bathe. A small part of them looked like they were trying to enjoy themselves, falling into their minotaur’s arms as they let the bulls rub them down, with one of the smaller ones chomping at the shower stream like the water was something she could bite.

Each diamond dog was finding their own way through this mandatory cleansing, the floor of the shower turning brown as the water and excessive scrubbing removed every speck of dirt they had accumulated over a lifetime digging through the earth. All in all, they were taking it quite well, as they gave into the cleaning, and in time most found some enjoyment in the bathing. The echoing howls and whining slowly shifted into elated moans and sighs as the pleasant feeling of a clean coat accentuated the sexually motivated hands of the minotaur.

The only one not having a good time through this was Anya herself, as her unwanted cravings started to build up inside. All around her, she saw minotaur perversely exploring the bodies of the diamond dogs, and a part of her wanted to receive the same kind of attention. To be held down, have her body touched all over, and perhaps have a bovine shaft cramped up inside her holes once more. Unable to contain her rising lust completely, her hands converting fondled her own body, using the soap suds to disguise it as part of her showering.

But as she became aware that simple rubs and pinches of her tender flesh would not be enough, she debated on doing something drastic, like taking the bottle of her liquid soap, long and cylindrical as it was, and using it as an improvised dildo by shoving it up into one of her holes. Pussy or ass, she really didn’t care, so long as she felt something inside her. She shuddered as she looked around, seeing all the minotaur not paying her any mind, The gryphon really did feel tempted, grabbing her soap container, setting it on a space between her legs, its bottom part sat flat on the surface.

If I tilted it forward, would I be able to cram this thing into me before anyone noticed what I was doing? Anya thought to herself, getting lost in her sex driven thoughts, Would my lips even spread far enough to take it?

It was a valid question, as her body had completely recovered through the drugs given to her by the minotaur’s deer slaves. While it was being slicken by the passage’s currently overflowing fluids, the hole was likely too tight as it was, and if it could fit there was no promising that Anya could keep quiet and not draw attention to herself while doing it. Unable to resist her cravings for much longer, Anya closed her eyes, and braced herself to be filled by the plastic cylinder and the thick fluid contents held within it, when she heard someone speak up from behind.

“Hey swallow, aren’t you clean enough yet?” said the gruff voice of one of the minotaur, followed by the sound of heavy hooves walking in the gryphon’s direction. “I feel that you’ve been in here long enough to take several showers.”

“Maybe she wants to be in here,” said another minotaur, coming towards Anya from another direction, “Maybe she enjoys being naked around us.”

“Fuck off,” Anya said, giving her kneejerk reply as her body begged her to reconsider.

“Sorry, I only heard that first word,” said the first minotaur, “Did you say ‘fuck me’?”

Anya growled to herself, trying her best to not give in, she opened her eye, ready to give the bull a death glare as she reiterated that he needed to get lost. She was caught off guard when she turned to face him, the tip of his meaty shaft pointed towards her.

“Well, swallow, if you are that concerned about keeping things clean, why don’t you work on getting this cleaned off?”

Unable to muster up a defiant word, with shock overcoming her with the sight of the huge bull cock right in front of her widening eyes, Anya turned her face away, only to find another giant penis shoved in front of it.

“You can do mine too,” said the second minotaur, his dick so erect that the veins on it were popping out.

“H-hey, you guys can’t just shove y-your dicks in my face like this.” Anya said, her words wavering not because she was worried the minotaur might press the issue despite her objections, but because while the water flowing down on her was mildly warm, she could feel an intense heat building up within her. The gryphon knew what her body wanted, to once more feel those battering rams of cocks the minotaur were holding between their legs inside her, and that they would just ignore the rules set by the Society for the workers, and take her ‘against her will’ on the spot.

How easy it would be if the minotaur just did it, since she would have no ability to fight back physically. If they raped her in front of everyone here, then her desire for humiliation and submission would be fulfilled, and she could keep pretending that it wasn’t her idea, and that she hated being force fucked by the only creatures big and brutal enough to bring her to orgasm at this point. No matter how many times Anya tried to push it out of her head, her body knew what it craved, no, required to be thoroughly fucked by these bovine men.

It seemed the minotaur knew it too, as they laid their cocks right onto her face, one covering up her only functioning eye, while the other put his over her patch. All Anya could see were the large flesh rods, and with them presented so unabashedly, she could no longer resist. She took one of the impressive shafts in each hand and began a steady, rhythmic stroking as she let desire take over.

“You want to get clean, boys?” Anya said, pulling one of the cocks down to her beak so she could slide her tongue across it from one end to the other.

The flavor of sweat coated it, as the gryphon discovered they really did require some bathing of their own. She even thought she could taste the tangy flavor of the last slave mare they had stuck the oversize sex organ in. All of it only excited the gryphon more, as she gave up her pride and let herself enjoy a moment of sexual degradation.

The two bulls crossed their arms and watched as the avian slurped her tongue and slid her face across their lengths, as her beak formed a goofy smile from the elation she was feeling. This must be how subs feel, the thought to herself, experiencing the joy of letting go of her need to be the one in control, and permitting a thus unexplored submissive side of herself to surface. She wasn’t even being fucked, and she felt sensations and emotions that were comparable to an orgasm.

Anya did her best to satisfy both minotaur at once, as she took turns licking one and stroking the other. She felt it was her mission to run her tongue across every bit of skin these hefty dicks had on them, running it from base to tip many times, and making sure to get a taste inside the space under their foreskins. It was such a turn on, and she herself succumbed to something akin to love as she finally gave into these powerful beasts of men. The only creatures who could conquer her previously untamed spirit. She only had to complete her task, to do the thing that defined her true role in this organization. So, giving the first minotaur priority, with full intent to do what she was planning to do to the other minotaur right after, she opened her beak wide, aimed his cock right down her gullet, and prepared to swallow.

“Watch it, you crazy bitch!”

These words reached Anya’s ears a mere second before a frigid chill that coated her exposed body flooded her senses. She cried out in shock, jumping right out of her seat as she attempted to grasp what had happened.

Looking around frantically, she could no longer find the two minotaur she had been servicing. They were just gone, which was simply impossible, since creatures as large and bulky as them lacked the agility to have left so fast that Anya couldn’t have seen them walking away. It was like they vanished from reality.

Suddenly, the voice she heard before the chilling sensation spoke again, saying “Hold still!”, as Anya discovered it was a minotaur speaking, one that had decided to use one of the showers next to her own.

He was currently juggling the shower’s removable head between his hands, while trying to hold down the diamond dog he was washing by trapping her head in his arms. The dog, slick from the water covering her, was managing to get out of his grasp time and again, but because of her leash being tied to the wall, she never escaped for long, yelling, “Too cold! Too cold!” as she squirmed and leapt around, her nipples poking out from under her chest fluff to show she was not lying about the temperature.

“I told you, cold water is good for your fur!” the minotaur said, flailing to catch the dog once more, the water from the shower head being sent in all directions as he wasn’t paying any attention to how his movements directed it.

Being so close to him, Anya’s leg got a light spraying from the minotaur, and when the water hit, she felt that the bull had put it at its absolute lowest. It surprised her, being barely tolerable, as she could feel her skin tighten and turn red from the contact underneath her own fur. She would have thought that the bovine was just trying to be sadistic to the diamond dog, subjecting her to a temperature torture for his entertainment, except he was receiving a good dowsing as well while having to deal with the dog’s resistance.

Anya shook her head, partially at the clumsy ineptitude of the minotaur when it came to controlling a single dog, but also because she was putting the pieces together of what had happened. The sudden chill she felt while she was giving herself to those two minotaur had to have come from the water he was haphazardly throwing about. With that in mind, and how those bulls disappeared all of a sudden, she came to the conclusion that she must have been having one of her fetishized hallucinations of bovine domination again, the shock to her senses snapping her back to reality.

The gryphoness thanked her luck, as she didn’t know what she looked like in the real world as her mind sent her into this unexplained sexual fantasy she developed. For all she knew, she was doing an embarrassing act of stroking off the air, while emulating the act of gulping down a massive dick, and had anyone took their eyes off their paid pets to look her way, they might have realized this was a chance to make a move on Anya and turn what was going on in her head a reality. At best, it would have been a humiliating display that would have spread like wildfire through the facility, which would have brought up even more malicious teasing from the other gryphons.

Having avoided all that, and discovered her ticket out of any further sexual degradation, Anya returned to her shower, and turned the handle all the way in the opposite direction, as she cooled off her building desires with a healthy dose of cold water. Anya had to contain a want to shriek as she gave her body a good dowsing, but after a couple passes the gryphon felt no more desire to be ravaged by the large, muscular males around her. What she wanted now was to towel off and get into her clothes to warm up, so while she still found her legs were trembling as she made her way to the shower room’s exit, the cold induced shivers were nowhere near as disempowering as those caused by her unchecked lust.

Minutes after she left the dogs and bulls behind, Anya dried off and retrieved her spare outfit, putting it on so she could retire to the gryphon’s quarters for the evening. As expected, though, by the time she was heading out, the other female gryphons were making their way into the showers. It crossed Anya’s mind that she should warn them that the minotaur were currently occupying the shower room, but before she could say a word, the others sent her silent mockery in the form of smirks of superiority over the ‘swallow’ they were passing by. Given this reminder of how petty her own kind could be, Anya decided it would be best to spare them from having to speak with one as lowly as herself, and would allow them to discover what awaited them after they undressed and entered the shower room.

Upon leaving the other gryphon hens to their own embarrassing encounter with the minotaur, Anya spotted a few more diamond dogs at the supply booth, accompanied by another bovine, but this time she actually knew. It was Rubric, along with his small crew of dogs; Claire, Mattie, and the silent Great Pyrenees.

“Ah, are you all here for the diamond dog shower day?” Anya asked, though it was obvious that was the case.

“Ey,” Mattie replied in short, as their coworker emerged from the dreaded shower room. Standing tall on her hind legs, with arms crossed and a furrowed brow, the leader of this trio of canine goblins let her displeasure be known, “Ya above landas put so much car’ in the stupit’ist things.”

“And yet, if you want to continue working here, you’re gonna comply with our stupid concerns.” Rubric said, having paid for enough cleaning materials to deal with his tiny pack, acknowledging that the issue of smell might have been a mere ‘above lander’ matter, “Besides, your pack mates don’t seem to be as defiant about this as you.”

Rubric was correct, in a roundabout manner, as both Claire and the Pyrenees were not nearly as standoffish about this affair, though that was because the spaniel was timidly sitting as if she had accepted some terrible fate, while the larger dog seemed nonplussed about what was to come, just standing in wait to be led to their destination, awaiting whatever order the minotaur or Mattie gave her.

Mattie let out a loud, grumpy woof, “Iffin’ ya wassin payin’ us a hill’s worth of gemstones already, we’s wouldn't stan for this.”

Rubric ignored the complaint, as bickering with a subordinate was pointless, and he was already getting what he wanted. If the dogs wanted to comply while in protest, that still meant they were complying.

“Oh, Anya, I see you’ve already taken your shower,” Rubic said, having heard the gryphon, but only now seeing which direction she was coming from. “I take it that means you completed your work?”

“Yeah,” the gryphoness replied, “Me, Gilda, and Gallus got it done almost thirty minutes ago.”

“That’s good,” he said, “Because after today we have everything we need in place for the upcoming raid. We’ll be focusing on our training from here on out, and anyone who meets my standards is welcome to participate.”

“And if I qualify, and everything is successful?” Anya asked, saying all that needed to be said, since they both understood that while she had been paid well for her services thus far, there was only one thing she really wanted from all this.

“Then I will help you get to Minopolis so you may find the slaves you’ve been seeking,” Rubric replied, re-confirming the terms of their private agreement, “I will keep my word so long as you contribute your fair share of work, as agreed.”

“Fine…” Anya said back, wishing that this far too long foreshadowed raid wouldn’t take another few weeks to get around to, as she really wished to rescue her friends and put all this behind her, “I’ll go get to practicing my skills after a short break. Trust me, I’ve been through a lot today.”

Rubric assumed that she was worn out due to the heavy lifting, and didn’t question her need to relax, not aware of all the mental stress she was trying to recover from. “Be sure to invite Gilda with you when you do. I want all my gryphons to be at top performance the day I test you, and her overconfidence, if warranted, leads her to neglect daily training.”

Rubric handed her a few coins, enough to compensate for the shower she had already taken, and with an eye roll of reluctance, Anya replied with, “Sure thing, boss.”

With that, the two parted ways, with Rubric leading the diamond dogs in the direction the gryphon had just left from. Anya would do as she was instructed, the coins payment enough to give Gilda a reminder to do her daily course run, but that was only an afterthought compared to what now took up the space at the forefront of her mind. So long as she passed whatever qualification exam Rubric was planning, she’d be well on her way to finishing this job, and walking away from the Society, and hopefully this minotaur fixation of hers, for good.