Comeuppance

Fenris twisted her head, as her ears swiveled to the sound of approaching hooves. She could barely move, nor could she see at all, yet she was without fear or concern - hell, the words barely meant anything to her anymore. Listening to her guests approaching, she splayed her hind legs and opened her drooling muzzle.

Resting with her back atop a padded rest, with her limbs lashed to anchors in the ceiling, she wantonly sniffed the air and waited. She knew the routine all too well, with the same scenario play out every night for what felt like years, yet it still thrilled her to no end. Feeling a pair of hooves slam to either side of her chest, she craned her neck and extended her tongue.

Without any warning or preamble, the stallion bucked his hips and plunged his cock down her awaiting gullet. Her lips wrapped around his instantly pistoning length, a choked groan escaped her, and her pulse began to race. If she’d been able to rub herself, she would have furiously masturbated while getting her throat swabbed - as things were, like the good little bitch she was, she was left to ache and long for relief.

At some point, Pixel had decided to use her particular skills to bolster his income and offset the costs of caring for her - as such, he’d rented a house with a cellar for them. She’d initially thought that having a new home with more space would be a luxury, but her dreams of a brighter future had faded as soon as the renovations for the basement had finished. Though it felt like it had been a lifetime, she couldn’t have held her current living conditions for more than a few months - possibly a year or so at most.

Her life was a simple one, though she’d adapted to it easily enough. Throughout the night, she entertained clients who paid her Master an undisclosed amount of money to use her. More often than not, she was bound on or against a piece of furniture, oftentimes in a compromising position, and she was fucked by creatures who sought relief. She liked to think that they came to her because she was better than their wives or marefriends, but the specifics didn’t matter. She was a living, breathing sex-toy, and that’s all she was.

Saliva crept down her face and beneath the blindfold, smearing against her eyes, as the stallion increased his pace. Judging from pony’s strong scent, lack of endurance, and the particularly heavy hooffalls, she’d guess that he was a bit overweight and more than likely inexperience with sexual matters - in fact, she may very well be his first time with amare. Lashing his length with her tongue, sensing her neck bulge from his flaring cock-head, she eagerly awaited her breakfast.

“F…fuck,” he grunted above her, hilting her muzzle and unloading his essence down her esophagus.

The poor guy really must have been pent up, because it felt like he dumped damn near a pint into her belly. It was a bit of a shame that he hadn’t fucked her properly, but she wasn’t bothered in the slightest - after all, the night was young and she’d undoubtedly have more visitors arriving soon. Mopping his shaft with her lips, ensuring his dick was cleaner than when he’d first arrived, she dutifully swallowed the dregs of his deposit and lifted her head.

“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, looking in his direction.

He didn’t say a word to acknowledge her, instead turning and trotting across the room and up the stairwell. It wasn’t all that common for clients to speak with her, seeing as how they hadn’t paid for conversation, although she would occasionally get the chatty guest. Regardless of whether she was bound or gagged, she did everything in her power to ensure creatures left her chamber satisfied.

A peculiar click-clack caught her ear, giving her a moment for pause. Unable to see, she held her breath and listened intently. Whoever or whatever was approaching definitely wasn’t a pony, having both an odd gate and lack of hooves, yet it made little difference. Licking her lips and wriggling in place, getting as comfortable as she could, she hoped that her next guest - no, guests wouldn’t leave without plowing her winking, slack marehood.

“Dude, they weren’t kidding,” a voice noted from near the doorway.

The sound of talons on concrete continued, two sets of two, as a second, markedly deep chuckle cut through the air. “Told ya. Go ahead and fuck the shit out of her, it’s my treat.”

“Fuck yeah,” the first joyously whopped, scampering closer and to her lower half.

Attempting to puzzle out what she was dealing with, Fenris shivered when a claw stroked her cheek. She’d serviced all sorts of beasts since Pixel had started his little business with her, entertaining everything from minotaurs and hippogriffs to diamond dogs and abyssinian, but being blinded left her at a clear disadvantage. Opening her mouth and lolling out her tongue, fully expecting the creature before her to make use of her snout, she shivered as the talon crept over her lip.

“You remember me?” the sonorous but mysterious stranger inquired, sending a shiver up her spine.

His tone and claws reminded her of a particularly savage experience she’d had a week or two prior - one involving a ruthless and sadistic griffon. Her injuries from that night had healed, her depths had regained a bit of their tautness, and her voice had eventually returned - still, merely remembering that night was almost enough to make her climax on the spot. While most of her guests treated her like an object, there weren’t many who actively tried to break her.

“Y…yes, Sir,” she whispered, turning her head to suck his digit.

“Good,” he chuckled, running the needle-like tip of his claw over her tongue. “That’s my little brother who’s about to have some fun with you. If you’re smart, you’ll milk his knot like your life depended on it ~ if you don’t, well, let’s just say that last time will feel like a warmup round…”

Before the subtle threat had even been completed, the second, much more exuberant visitor reared back, grabbed Fenris’ suspended fetlocks, and slipped into her awaiting marehood. She trembled, clenching around the spear-like length as he drove into her depths. The sensation of being filled, even if he wasn’t the biggest suitor she’d had, was enough to make her whimper aloud.

“You’re gonna take good care of him, right?” the beast at her head snarled, freeing his hand and wrapping his fingers around her throat.

Squirming in place, she constricted her well-trained snatch as hard as she possibly could. “Y…yesh,” she slurred, barely able to breathe.

Relaxing his grip and stepping away, the griffon menacingly snickered. “Good. Now then, since I’ve made myself painfully clear, put your mouth to use and warm me up. After my brother has had his fill with you, I think I’ll ruin your ass for anyone else tonight.”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, thrilled and fearful to have her backside knotted by someone so massive, she parted her lips and awaited his not insubstantial endowment. If nothing else, having her face fucked would make milking the brute’s sibling a bit easier - she hoped. As the huge bird-horse draped himself over her, resting his elbows on her bench to twist and cruelly pull her pierced nipples, she kissed the tip of his cock.

In spite of the early hour, with only her second and third visitors making use of her, she was already reaching her limit. Pain and pleasure coalesced into something greater, something that she couldn’t describe, as the brothers pumped their hips and pounded her holes. Like so many nights before and many nights yet to come, she slipped into a lustful haze and put her body to work.

There had been times when she’d woken up to a stallion fucking her, realizing after she’d come to that she’d been subconsciously tending to their needs. She’d read that if somepony did something for long enough, they’d be capable of moving without thought. She honestly wasn’t sure of exactly when she’d attained such a skill, yet the realization that she had brought with it a profound truth.

She was and would forever be a plaything for males, regardless of their species, and that revelation brought with it an inner peace like she’d never known. While she couldn’t speak for every mare in the world, she was content with the niche that had been carved for her, and she’d do everything in her power, for as long as she possibly could, to fulfill her purpose. Between her knowledge of the arcane, the veritable pantheon of potions available in Equestria, and the eldritch horrors that haunted the ether between planes, she’d find or make a way to be of use.

“How is it?” the behemoth rumbled, nonchalantly rutting her snout.

“It’s - Nnnph - it’s fuckin great,” the younger griffon ecstatically replied, fucking away with reckless abandon. “I wish we could bring her home with us.”

Forcing his knot between her straining jaws, while heartlessly wrenching on her teats, the titan ominously snickered. “It, Avis, not her.”

“Well its pussy is amazing,” Avis responded.

The cock cleared Fenris’ muzzle, the griffon dismounted, and a hot breath blew across her nose, before her blindfold was pulled from her face. Though the world appeared upside down, she found herself staring into a pair of heavily lidded, sinister eyes. The beast was just as imposing and threatening as his voice sounded, but she couldn’t help but feel a certain thrill from finally seeing him.

“Well,” he continued, impassively studying her, “maybe the nice kirin upstairs would let us take it home, since we had to get rid of our last one.” Drawing one talon up her throat, pressing the tip into her yielding flesh, he smiled. “Would you like that?”

Fear and excitement surged through her veins, as she nodded. “Yes…Master.”

The corners of his beak turned up, his claw bit into her skin, and a baleful look adored his features, as he locked eyes with her. “Good…”