Meeting My Master

“Go to the place we saw yesterday with the red thingy over the door and give this note to the owner.”

That’s what I’d been told, and that’s what I’m going to do. My brother told me to, and he’d always been there to look out for me. He’d said that this would for sure make him a lot of money, and that meant we could eat for a while.

Still, I’m scared. Every time he pulled one of his schemes to take us off of the street and into a better life in the past, he was standing beside me to make sure I didn’t screw up, or when I did, he was there to make it all okay. This time, he’d sent me all on my own.

I’m of two minds about it as I round the corner. On one hoof, having me do this on my own is a sure sign of trust. He’s giving me the opportunity to make him proud. On the other hoof, not having him around means that if something goes wrong, I’m completely on my own. I can’t count on him to pull me out of the fire this time.

I can see the red thingy now. It extends over the sidewalk and shields everypony beneath from the sun. My brother told me what it was called, but I forgot.

I turn into the door, and immediately, a hoof grabs me by the scruff of my neck. I feel myself being lifted until I’m face-to-face with the giant earth pony stallion who stands next to the door. “Hold there, young miss. You’re too young to go in there. Not without a parent.”

I reach in front of me and hold up the folded square of paper that my brother gave me. “I was told to deliver this to the owner. See?” I point to the letters in turn. “Vee-Oh-Eff-Eff. That spells “owner.””

He gives me a look that clearly shows that he doesn’t believe me. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give it to him myself. You can run along.”

“No!” I shout. “I was told to give it just to him, not to anypony else. It’s important!”

The stallion glances to the side and holds me out to block another stallion’s entrance. “I’ll need to see your ID, sir.”

The visiting stallion reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card with numbers, letters, and his picture on it. That seems to satisfy the guardian, and he retracts me. “Look, I can’t let you in without an escort. A trusted one.”

“I’ll do it,” comes a voice from inside of the door. A young mare steps out, her mane in a loose bun, half-rim glasses on her face, and wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons undone.

“You’ll do no such thing,” calls back the stallion. “But you can fetch another bouncer for me.”

“What’s a bouncer?” I ask. “My brother sometimes says I bounce too much. Is this going to make me bounce even more? He’ll hate that.”

“No, sweetie, it’s somepony who keeps undesirable ponies at bay.”

“Like criminals?” I ask. “Or just deadbeats?”

He chuckles at me. “Anypony who doesn’t belong.”

“Like me?”

“Like you, yes.”

Another very large stallion walks out of the building and looks at us. “You need something?” he asks.

The guard holds me out to the new stallion. “Take her to see the boss, don’t let her see anything on the way in.”

“Why not?” I ask. “What’s in there?”

“Nothing you need to see,” smirks the door guard, dropping me onto the back of the new stallion. “Keep your eyes closed, or you’ll be given a spanking when you come out.”

I squeezed my eyes tightly. I’d been beaten before, and still had some bruises to prove it, meaning that a spanking was not the worst thing that could happen to me, but I don’t want it to happen again. I’m just supposed to bring the letter to the owner and wait for him to send one back with me. If I can avoid being struck by anypony, I’m going to.

I can still hear the soft thumping of the music as the bouncer ascends a staircase. Despite his profession, we don’t actually bounce at all. The only reason I know there’s a staircase is because I can feel the incline.

He stops and puts me in a chair, telling me to wait. There’s a knock at a door, then an opening and closing sound. The music downstairs makes me feel very calm, like a heartbeat. Still, I clutch the paper around my neck. I can’t risk it being taken away, or the owner will be cross with me. He has to receive this letter.

The door opens again, and the stallion calls out. “Come in.”

“Me?” I ask.

“Yes, you.”

I jump off the chair and faceplant into the floor. I groan as I stand up, shake my head, and step forward.

“This way,” says the stallion to my right. “You can open your eyes.”

“But the stallion at the door will hit me!”

With a sigh, he grabs my hoof and directs me into the next room, I think, and into a softer chair than what was in the last. He even helps me up.

As the door closes, I hear a new voice in front of me. “You can open your eyes.”

“But the guard at the door–”

“Will do nothing to you if I tell him to let you go. I sign his paycheck, and he will not lay a hoof on you unless I tell him to. Open up.”

I open my eyes and find myself in a small room. The walls had seen better days, with brown wallpaper that’s cracking and peeling. The carpet is very worn down and faded, showing where everypony that walked in here tread the most often. Half of the marks lead to the chair I’m sitting in. The rest go behind the desk, where a stallion is sitting, puffing on a cigar. The smoke obscures the ceiling.

“Well?” he asks.

“Well, what?”

“Didn’t you have something to talk to me about?”

I look up at him. “Are you the owner?”

“Well, I’m certainly not the janitor.”

I shake my head. “I’m supposed to talk directly to the owner.”

“Yes,” he sighs, “that’s me. What do you want?”

I pull the message from around my neck and point to the individual letters again. “Vee-Oh-Eff-Eff. That spells “owner.””

I stand up in the chair and reach forward to put it on the desk, but he snatches it from my hoof. “Sit down before you hurt yourself again, kid.” He inspects the outside of the message, then looks to me. “Do you know how to read?”

“No.”

“It shows.” He turns the folded up paper back to me. “Bee-Oh-Ess-Ess. That’s not “owner,” that’s “boss.” Lucky for you, that’s also me.”

He unfolds the paper and leans back in his chair. He looks it over for a moment, then glances up at me. “Who told you to deliver this to me?”

“My brother,” I smile. “Is it good? He always has good ideas to make money.”

He chuckles at me. “If this worked, he’d have enough of a payday to keep the two of you fed for more than three months.”

I smile. “See? He’s smart.”

The stallion’s smile fades and turns to disgust. “No he’s not. If he was smart, he’d have made sure his plan worked.” He leans back in his chair and tents his hooves. “Where did you sleep last night?”

“In my box,” I answer. “Why?”

“Do you have a house? A bed?”

“No, but my brother says he’ll buy one when he has the money.”

“I’m sure he does say things like that.” The stallion claps his hooves together a few times, as if thinking about something. “Do you want to sleep in a nice, warm bed? Have a good meal twice a day? All paid for with your brother’s payout, of course.”

“Yeah!” I smile.

He nods. “Do you want to know what your brother’s plan was?”

I furrow my brow and cock my head to the side. “But I can’t read.”

“That’s not what I asked. Do you want to know?”

I nod sheepishly.

The boss holds up the piece of paper, and the bouncer that brought me in here walks up from behind. I thought he’d left already. He takes the paper and unfolds it, clearing his throat.

“To the owner of the Red Star Brothel and Bar: My name is not important, but I’d like to make an investment in your business. The filly carrying this letter is yours to put into your regular rotation. In return, bring eight-thousand bits to the Sapphire Street park this upcoming Saturday in an unmarked briefcase. Wait by the fountain when the sun is directly above you. Bring the filly with you instead, if you don’t want her. I guarantee she is unused and therefore tight as can be.”

I drop down into my seat, my eyes falling to the floor. I can’t believe my ears. “He… He sold me?”

“Well, not really,” says the boss, taking back the note and leaning forward. “You see, legally, he’s not allowed to do that. In order to sell slaves, you need a license, and if he had one of those, he’d have come in himself, or had me meet in his place of business. He’d also be letting me look at his full selection. What he’s doing here is a crime, and we have the evidence to report him.”

“No, don’t!” I shout. “He’s my only family! I need him! If you take him away, I can’t live on my own!” I begin to cry, curling up on the chair.

“If anything happens to him, you’ll end up bouncing from foster family to foster family until you turn eighteen, and then you’ll be out on your arse and propagating the whole cycle of poverty all over again,” snorted the boss, taking a long drag of his cigar. “I can’t legally buy you, but I am allowed to put you to work in exchange for food and board. If I do, you can eat two full meals a day, sleep in a bed, and have the pleasure of knowing that your brother isn’t rotting away in a prison. Is that what you want?”

I look up at him and nod silently. I don’t want my brother to go to jail.

“I don’t know why you still want that last part,” he shrugs. “If it were me, I’d want to slaughter him myself for throwing his family under the bus like that. One of the worst things I’ve ever heard, honestly. Why are you protecting him?”

I sniff. “He’s my brother.”

“He’s a piece of shit.”

“He’s all I have.”

The boss sighs and leans back. After a few seconds, he leans forward again and opens his desk drawer. “We’re gonna set you up with a list of employee benefits,” he says, pulling out a stack of paper. “On a temporary basis, of course. If you prove too much of a detriment to my company, you’re out on your arse, ya hear me?”

I nod. “What’s an employee benefits?”

He looks up at me and stares for a moment. “How do I explain this to somepony your age?” He sighs. “Think about, say, a salespony. He has to go from place to place, town to town, making sales. His company wants him to be at his best and sell as much of his product as possible. He also needs to not be robbed. As a result, the company will pay for his room at any inn he has to stay at. They’ll also help pay for his travelling expenses, as well as his food. That way, he doesn’t have to worry about taking care of those things himself.

“What we do is similar to that. We need you to stay nearby, so we’ll subsidize your housing. We need you to stay fed, so we’ll provide you with food. We need you in good enough health, so we’ll provide you with okay-ish health insurance. And of course, if something should happen to you, we will act in accordance with your safety in mind. After all, you can’t provide us with any money if you’re stuck in the hospital.”

Most of that had gone right over my head. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anypony say a word like “subsidized.” I sit there with a blank expression on my face, not knowing what’s being offered to me.

The boss sighs. “Look, kid. I’m running a business, right?” I nod in response. “I only make money if my employees do their job, right?” I nod again. “My employees can’t do their job if they can’t keep themselves healthy, right?” I nod a final time. “If I want to make money, I need to make sure my employees are healthy.”

“Oh.”

He nods. “Good. I’m glad you understand now. So let’s fill out some paperwork. I’m going to need your name.”

“Oh, I’m–”

I’m interrupted as the door flies open and another large stallion brings a mare into the office. She’s wailing in pain as they set her down on the couch. Blood is pouring down the right side of her face.

The bouncer that brought me rushes to her side while the boss pushes his chair to the other side of the room and presses a large button that rings a buzzer down the hall. “What happened?” he demands as he returns his chair to the desk and opens a different drawer.

“Her ex-coltfriend came in and hit her,” answers the stallion that brought her in. “Three of the other guards have him in room two-golf.”

The boss scoots his chair over, and I see that it has wheels at the bottom. “Take down his information and throw him out,” he orders. “Don’t be gentle, either.”

As the stallion nods and leaves the room, the mare is left in the care of the boss. Two more stallions show up. “You needed us, boss?”

“Send for an ambulance,” commands the boss, pressing a wad of gauze to the mare’s wound. Behind it is a little blue plastic bag with white words and a picture that looks like a stack of ice cubes shivering in a cold wind. “Tell them we need a surgeon.”

“Right away,” salutes one as he runs off.

“Anything else?” asks the other.

“Yeah, go find my son. He should be around here somewhere.”

The mare tells the boss through gasping sobs what happened in greater detail as he makes sure her wound is clean and kept under a cold compress until two ponies with a stretcher show up to take her away. After she leaves, the bouncer wipes down the couch with a rag, and despite the fact that blood is a fluid and the couch is covered in fabric of some variety, it comes right off. The look of confusion on my face must be obvious, because the boss addresses me as he settles into his chair to handle the paperwork.

“It’s coated in a hydrophobic coating to keep it safe from spills and such. The amount of fluid that goes through this office is disgusting. I’m planning to replace the carpet, but I may just change offices while I’m at it.”

“Hyjo-what?”

He tents his hooves again. “Do you even know how to spell your name?”

I shake my head.

He sighs. “I guess we’ll just have to sign all of this later, then.” He moves the papers back into the desk as a colt walks in.

“You needed me, dad?”

The boss leans back. “You wanted more responsibility around here, right? You’re a trainer, effective immediately.” He points to me. “Take her and put her through training. You can do that, can’t you?”

The colt salutes. He’s only a bit larger than me, and a bit smaller than my brother. “Come along,” he says, grabbing me by the shoulder and dragging me out of the room.

I don’t know whether or not to close my eyes for this. The door guard would want me to, but the boss said I didn’t have to. I see a flight of stairs approaching, and the thought of tumbling down to the bottom flashes through my head. I shake away the thought and keep my eyes open.

The interior of the building seems to be pretty normal. At first, I don’t know what the door guard’s problem is with me seeing what’s in here. Then, as we turn a corner through an archway, I see a large group of ponies. Most of them are stallions, with mares mixed in among them, but not a single filly or colt anywhere besides the two of us. We draw a few eyes, but not many, as the ponies here are engaged in having sex with each other.

I’m not particularly familiar with sex. In the past, my brother had tried a few times to teach me, but decided that I was bad at it. Sometimes it hurt, too, which is how I knew I was doing it wrong. I don’t know if I’ll ever be good at it.

He takes me into a small room which has a decently-sized stallion in it. “Sit,” the colt commands, then waves the stallion over to the side of the room. “It happened,” he says, perhaps not realizing that I can hear him. “I’m being set up as a trainer.”

“Good for you,” smiles the stallion. “Is this your first one?”

“It is.”

“She is. They may be merchandise and equipment, but they’re still ponies.”

“Yeah, yeah, her. Anyway, I need some advice. How do I train her?”

The stallion turns and looks at me. “How fresh is she?”

“I don’t know.”

“So that’s step one. Find out if she’s any good at sex, and then go from there.”

“I’m not very good,” I call out to them. “Is that going to be a problem?”

The stallion looks at me. “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be listening in. That’s a punishable offense around here. You can speak when you are spoken to, and you can remain silent until then.”

I lower my eyes to the ground and hold my hooves in my lap.

“Anyway, you should find out what she knows and verify her health. If she’s good, reward her. Ice cream, or something. I wouldn’t know. If she’s misbehaving, speaking out of turn like she just did, bring her to me.”

“Shouldn’t you punish her for doing that just now?” asks the colt.

“That’s not my decision,” chuckles the stallion. “I’m not the one in charge of her.”

“But you are in charge of punishments,” argues the colt. “Come on, can’t you at least show me?”

I swallow hard. The colt who’s supposed to be watching out for me is smiling over the thought of beating me. I’m terrified that the stallion is going to give in and sentence me to some kind of punishment.

“Look, if you bring me the reports that say she needs more training, I can work with that, but without any paperwork, I would need the express orders of her master.”

“That’s me!”

The stallion sighs. “Great. Bring that to me in writing, and I’ll show you what to do when she’s misbehaving.”

“Wait here,” the colt snorts, walking out of the room. I don’t follow. His last words were to wait here, and his last order directed at me was to sit. I can’t be punished for obeying orders, or so I believe.

The stallion sits across from me and pulls out a quill, writing stuff down on a piece of paper in the middle of his desk. I watch him for a moment, until he stops, and his gaze falls on me. “I could have you tossed in the stockades for trying to steal company secrets,” he growls at me.

“Sorry,” I respond. “I can’t read, if that helps.”

“It doesn’t. You can memorize the shape of the letters, redraw them upside down, and give that note to someone else.”

I opt to close my mouth. I hadn’t even thought about that. I could argue that, being unable to read it, I would have no clue who to give it to or whether it even had any value, but I keep my mouth closed.

The colt comes back in with a piece of paper. “Read it and weep.”

The stallion looks it over. “You didn’t write down her name.”

“It’s not on record yet. She just came in this morning.”

The stallion rolls his eyes. “The description is accurate, at least. Fine, I’ll show you how to do the most basic thing.”

Grabbing me by the hoof, he lifts me into the air and sits down in my chair, bending me over his knee. I’ve been spanked before, but the feeling I encounter next is so much worse. I let out a pained yelp as the leather belt graces my backside. I prepare for a second, but he doesn’t hit me again.

Instead, he grabs my flank and squeezes. “She’s not prepared for this,” he says. “She has less fat on her body than I thought. She’s already starting to bruise.”

“She’ll be fine,” says the colt. “It’s just a bruise.”

“Contusions are not ideal,” scowls the stallion, lowering me to the ground. “We should feed her.”

“Great!” smiles the colt. “We can put her on wagon duty! She can learn the trade, and put something in her stomach at the same time!”

“That’s not something she wants to swallow.”

“I’m not picky,” I offer. “I’ll eat anything, really.”

The stallion scowls at me, then sighs. “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut. Come on…”

The colt grabs me by the mane and drags me out of the room and down the hall. At the other end is a garage filled with carts and wagons and such, and he directs me to one with a smiling pony with a bowl of yellow liquid. Some kind of soup?

I step aboard as I’m directed and take the place offered to me in a small stall with partially transparent walls into two other stalls to either side. There are a plethora of strange things set up here, most notably a rubber egg on the end of a long bar

“Are you sure this is how you want to start?” asks the stallion.

The colt smiles devilishly and nods. “This is how she learns her place.”

The stallion shakes his head. “Secure the merchandise,” he says to the colt. “You know how, right?”

“I think so,” he says, approaching me. He grabs my wrist and leads my hoof up to a handle on the smoked glass wall, then shackles it in place. The same is done to my other hoof on the opposite wall. I’m a bit stretched out, as if this were designed for a fully-grown mare. “How’s that?”

“You forgot the plug,” the stallion says, pointing to the bar on the ground. “She’ll also need a ring.”

“Right,” nods the colt. He comes down between my legs and grabs the rod, lifting until the egg-shaped thing is pressed against my tailhole. I start to wonder if it’s meant to be a seat of some kind when the colt grabs me by the shoulder and forces me down. The thing immediately pushes inside of my butt, giving a powerful stretching and burning sensation.

I cry out in pain, allowing them to shove something hard and round into my mouth and hold it open. It feels like some kind of metal ring with a leather belt wrapping around the back of my head.

“You were supposed to use lube,” spits the stallion. “You just told me you knew how to do this!”

“I forgot,” shrugs the colt. “It opened her mouth, didn’t it?”

The stallion rubs his hoof over his face. “We have other methods. Just… remember the lube next time. Nopony wants to pay for damaged goods. Come on, we have two more that are awaiting punishment…”

Two more. I wonder if they’ll be fully-grown mares or fillies like me. I have to wonder if there will be stallions or colts in here, too. Still, I keep my head down, as I don’t want to anger the two of them.

They leave, and I shift my legs a bit, trying to find comfort in my seat, for however much good that’ll do me. It’s difficult to find any amount of comfort with a rubber thing the size of my wrist stuck in my butt, but I try anyway. My shoulders are already starting to hurt from the stretching I’m experiencing.

I try not to look up when they come back, but the struggling in front of me is too much, and draws my attention. A young gryphon chick, about my age or perhaps a bit older, is struggling in her bonds and actively kicks the colt in the face twice. Why he continues to think I’m ill-behaved when dealing with that, I don’t know, but I do my best not to look.

They bind her upside-down in the stall next to me. Her front legs and shoulders are secured to the floor, and her back legs are bound to the walls. She’s already wearing a metal ring in her mouth, but they fit hers with a funnel. Rather than having an egg-shaped device in her arse, they put some kind of tentacle-looking thing of the same rubber material into her vagina.

They leave and come back with another filly, this one allowed to walk. “A trailer?” she smiles. “My dad had one of these a few years ago. We converted it into a float decorated with flowers. Is that what we’re going to do with this one? Okay, I’m thinking chrysanthemums over here, a chain of roses over there, a couple of lilac bushes around the corners, and at the back… Hey, does lupine grow around here? Let’s try to find some and–”

She’s cut off as the stallion slaps her. “Fuck’s sake, whore, shut up! That mouth of yours cost us a very important client!” He and the colt secure her in place. She looks a lot like me, if a bit better dressed. She has ribbons in her pigtails and a bow on her tail.

She looks over at me. I try to keep my head down and look away, not wanting to seem like I was staring. “Hey,” she says. “You’re new, aren’t you? I’ve never seen you before, so you must be new. I like to talk to everypony I meet, and I never forget a name or face. I see you’re already gagged, so I’ll go first with the introductions. My name is–”

She’s slapped again and fitted with a metal ring. Hers is a lot like mine, without the funnel. She’d called it a gag, but it didn’t seem all that funny to me.

“Now,” commands the stallion, glaring at each of us in turn. “You’re all here because of your bad behaviour.”

“Hak?!” shouts the filly with the ribbons, her outburst broken apart by the ring holding her mouth open. She starts an unintelligible speech until the colt shoves his hoof into her mouth and literally holds her tongue.

I’m not sure what my particular brand of behaviour was, but I nod along, anyway.

“As I was saying, this kind of dissonance will not be tolerated. So, because your masters have given up your rights to be treated as equals, it’s time you learned your proper place. And before you start arguing, you have no say in the matter. Toilets do not talk back.”

I have to wonder what he meant by that as the whole building begins to move. I don’t know where this “trailer” is going, but it’s taking me and the other two girls along for the ride.

We rumble along for a bit, and the bouncing makes my shoulders hurt with every stretch and sway. When we come to a stop, the lurching of the building feels like it’s going to rip my arm out of its socket. If only I knew what I had done wrong, I’d promise never to do it again, but I don’t know what the rules are.

“First stop,” the stallion growls as he pushes open a door. I hadn’t even noticed that it was closed.

“Runnin’ a little late today, aren’t ya?” smiles an earth pony stallion with a goatee and hardhat.

“Trouble with the new stock,” answers the stallion in charge. “Plus, there’s a new handler in training.”

“How do you do?” smiles the colt, shaking the new stallion’s hoof.

“He’s a keeper,” smirks the earth pony. “Mind if I take the first stall? I have a thing for pegasi.”

“Go right ahead, sir.”

“Hold it!” scowls the stallion in charge. “Ten bits a pop, you know the drill!”

“Yeah, yeah,” snorts the stallion, dropping a couple of coins into the colt’s hoof. He hops up in front of the filly with the bows. Curiosity takes hold of me and I can’t help but watch.

His cock slips out of his sheathe, if I remember correctly how my brother described his, and the flat end points directly at the filly’s face. She seems to be expecting it, as her eyes light up and she tries to push her face into it. He pulls away, though, not letting it touch her outstretched tongue.

Then something happens that I never would have guessed. A pungent yellow stream flies from his cock, splattering her face. She coughs and sputters, turning her head to either side to avoid it, but he keeps adjusting, always aiming for her face.

“You made quite a mess,” says the stallion in charge.

“She wouldn’t stop moving,” argues the stallion who just came in, his cock shrinking away. “You should have told me she wasn’t trained yet.”

“I told you she was new stock, and that she was giving us trouble,” spits the stallion in charge. “Look, don’t worry about it this time, just come back with the extra three-bit surcharge for unnecessary cleanup next time, alright?”

“Yeah, sure. Make sure she learns her lesson, too.”

As the stallion steps off, a pegasus and a gryphon take his place. They pay their fees, and the pegasus walks up to me.

“They’re new and inexperienced,” warns the stallion. “Watch your streams.”

I see the pegasus cock in front of me coming closer. It smells of sweat, and looks way bigger than my brother’s. Having just seen what happened to the filly, I don’t want this pegasus thinking that I’m poorly trained. I lock my neck in place, close my eyes, and stick out my tongue.

Immediately, I know that I’m doing it wrong. As the hot stream hits the back of my throat, I’m overcome with the sensation of choking, or worse, drowning. I start to cough and sputter through the ring, spitting pee all over the stallion. I do my best to correct myself, closing my throat and letting it fill my mouth before swallowing as best I can with it still streaming in.

I manage two good swallows, but far more is running down my neck and chest. Part of the stream goes up my nose, but another uncomfortable cough dislodges it and sends it down to the floor with the rest. A small drain on the floor removes most of the fluid; to where, I’m not sure.

I try to catch my breath as best I can, thinking that there’s more to come, but he just leaves. I look to the two in charge, and the colt just sneers at me like I’m trash. I certainly smell like it, but I hold back my tears. The stallion won’t even look at me.

Next to come at me is a gryphon. I steal a quick glance at the chick in the next stall to see how she is faring, only to see that her visitor already left. The gryphon grabs my ears, his claws digging into my skin as he forces his cock into my mouth through the metal ring. As his balls rest on my chin, I feel the barbs of his cock gripping my tongue and cheeks.

His cock is pretty short, not going all the way into my mouth. His urine flows directly into my throat, and I do my best to swallow, but it’s all coming too fast, and some of it runs up and out my nose, burning as it does.

“Lick it,” he commands, pulling me away and slapping his cock against my cheek. “You spilled it, now clean up your mess!”

I have to resist my own tears as I lick and kiss his feathers, sucking up the yellow stains. I leave a few red pinpricks, where his claws had been on my head, but I have doubts that’ll matter to my captors.

He leaves, and I turn to the chick once again. A dragon is urinating into the funnel holding her mouth open while his claws play with her crotch. I imagine that must be painful, as tears stream down her face. When he finishes, he gives the soft flesh a slap, to which she gargles out a cry.

The next stallion also goes to the gryphon chick. He pays up front a value that I can’t count, but sounds heavier than the others, and backs into the stall. At first, I think he’s just going to try for a better angle. This stallion is so disgusting that he wants to see her face as she drinks his piss.

What actually happens is much worse. Squatting down and lifting his tail, my eyes go wide as his arsehole begins to stretch. A soft, light brown log begins to slide out, bowing under its own weight and plopping down as it becomes too heavy to hold itself. Every lump slides down her funnel, with her unable to move her head away. The shit ends up in her mouth, slick from the piss that adorned the sides before it.

I look at her face and realize that she’s already broken. When she first came in, she was full of fight and resisting the colt and stallion at every turn. Now her claws hang limp, and she sobs openly.

The stallion leaves as the next one comes into my stall. He gives me an odd look. “Hey, is she supposed to be bleeding?”

“Bleeding?” The stallion in charge pushes him out of the way and grabs my mane, twisting my head around to look at the punctures. “That gryphon that was in here earlier must have been too rough. We’ll slap some adhesive bandages on her when you’re done, just make sure it all goes in her mouth.”

“Do we have to?” complains the colt. “It’s just a scratch; she’ll be fine.”

“Standard procedure,” shrugs the stallion. “If you don’t like it, I can file a report with your father that you refused treatment.”

“Or you could stay quiet.”

“No, I’m under contract.” He turns back to the stallion in front of me. “Just don’t be too rough with her.”

The guest looks to me. I can’t say anything to him, so I just stick out my tongue and hope for the best. I’m not sure if he thought himself clever, but to avoid spilling, he sticks his cock in my throat. He’s much larger than the gryphon, and much more smooth. As his flare stretches my neck and I stop breathing, I can feel the stream rushing through his cock against my tongue. I can also feel his pulse, which feels pretty fast. I was unaware until today that stallions had a second heart down there.

Thankfully, I can’t taste the piss while he’s in there. He’s moved completely past my tongue. As he pulls away, though, I can taste a little dribble that’s pulled out of him as I gasp for breath, and there’s a chance that those drops ended up in my lungs.

The stallion in charge locks the door and the colt approaches my stall. He slaps me across the face. “Dumb bitch! Tell us the next time you’re injured! It’s really embarrassing for us to have a customer complain about your bad health! Honestly, are you even trying?!”

I try to say “I thought you wouldn’t care,” but through the gag and a sudden case of hiccups, it’s all gibberish.

He slaps me again. “Don’t you sass me, whore!”

The stallion grabs him by the wrist and yanks him back. “I told you back in my office not to hit her!”

“No you didn’t,” argues the colt. “You said you couldn’t spank her!”

The stallion sighs. “And why weren’t you paying attention? If you were watching her, we could have caught that gryphon before he left and had him pay for the damages.”

“Why weren’t you?”

“I was watching the other two!”

I remain silent as the shattion wipes me with a cloth and patches me up. The box of bandages he’s holding has one of the bandages printed on the front of the box holding an umbrella against a grouchy-looking raincloud. I guess that the words on the box say something akin to “waterproof” or “water-resistant.”

When he’s done, he pulls my chin up to look at him. “What do you say when somepony that matters gives you something out of the kindness of his heart?”

“Hang kou,” I manage to say.

He pats his hoof against the cheek that was slapped and retreats, banging on the wall and causing us to continue along. His touch stings, but I endure. I have to wonder about what he said to me. There were a lot of modifiers to his statement.

I take a look at the colt in front of me. The owner of the company had said he was my master now. I’m not completely sure what that entails, but I think it means that he’s in charge of me from now on. Not in the way that he has to keep me safe, but in the way that he’s going to be telling me what to do for the foreseeable future. I wonder if he’ll make me do anything more horrible than this. I can’t really imagine how, but I’m sure he can find a way.

“What are you looking at?” he spits at me. I immediately drop my gaze to the floor. In all of the strain, I had forgotten not to stare at him. A part of me wishes that I had been told what to do ahead of time, but I’d already learned not to pry into affairs that are not my own, and here I am, eyes wandering. “Learn your place, filth…”

As we bump around, I can hear the sloshing of liquids below my hooves. Some even splashes up onto my ankles, and I have to wonder how full this thing was already, and how full it’s going to be when we’re done. Will I even last long enough to find out?

We come to a stop, and the stallion in charge takes note of the pool forming in the gryphon’s wing. “Fucking animals,” he growls. He steps on the tip of her wing as she tries to flap him away, causing her to cry out, then presses a button in her stall. Her shrieks increase in volume, and she begins writhing sporadically until he removes his hoof. Suddenly, she collapses, panting and wheezing.

I’m next, and I try to keep my eyes down. He mounts me like the others, and I stretch out my tongue to meet him, but with the click of a button behind me, I tighten every muscle in my body. The egg-shaped object that had been shoved up my butt had been forgotten with the day’s events. No longer can it be ignored. It extends and writhes around quickly inside of me. It feels like I’ve been punched in the gut, but on the inside.

It’s over thankfully quickly, and he moves on to the pegasus. “What are you doing?” asks the colt.

“Flushing them,” answers the stallion. “None of the customers today ever learned how to do their basic etiquette, so I have to flush their toilets for them. Thank Celestia we don’t have to help them wipe, too.”

“Do they always writhe around like that?”

“When you turn their vibrators all the way up, yeah.” He presses the button and the pegasus filly wriggles and fights like she’s being electrocuted. In her wild movements, her head must have hit the stallion, because as soon as he comes down, he slaps her again.

There’s a pounding on the wall, and the colt opens the door. “Sorry for the wait, sirs. We had a bit of a spill to clean up for your comfort.”

The first to step on is a big black unicorn. He takes a quick look around, his eyes stopping on the pegasus. With a smirk, he turns around and steps off. I wonder why, but he didn’t pay for the service, so I suppose he didn’t need to piss on us.

Two more come on, almost looking like twins aside from one being bigger. A father and son, perhaps? They split, the smaller one going to the pegasus while the larger steps into my stall. He pushes his tip up against my lips, and it’s absolutely foul.

The first thing I notice is the feeling. It’s covered in some kind of goo. It reminds me of when I had that cough and large gobs of bile kept popping up in my mouth, except this is salty and sour. It smells like burning garbage from a pet store. I realize that I’m not the cleanest, but it rained yesterday. How is he able to afford this for two ponies, and not smart enough to stand under a rain spout to clean himself?

I hear a sputtering sound, and I glance to the next stall. The stallion in there is backwards, and a thick white liquid is dripping out of his arsehole down his balls, with the pegasus filly licking it up. My eyes shift back to my own, and I realize that the same sticky white stuff is what is covering his cock.

Apparently, my guest feels that I am taking too long, as I feel his hoof wrap around the back of my head and push me down onto him. He isn’t as rough as the gryphon, but he goes slowly, meaning that once my airflow is cut off, it would be gone for a long time.

Tears rain down my cheeks as my lungs begin to burn, desperate for any kind of air. My face feels like it’s going to explode, but the stallion is not done. I can feel his stream coming to a close, but not fast enough.

Finally, I feel the last few drips come free, and I think that’ll be the end of it, but he doesn’t pull out all the way. He pulls out a few centimetres, then pushes back in. Then out, and back in. He doesn’t pull out far enough for me to breathe, and while he’s not particularly rough, he’s not letting me pull my head away.

Faster and faster he bucks his hips. The world begins to go dark and sound begins to fade away until he pushes in one last time. I feel the pump under his cock. One. Two. With the third, he is yanked backward, pulling a clump of my hair with him. The sour, salty stuff that was covering him sprays across my face, some rushing into my lungs as they desperately suck in air.

I see shapes moving in front of me and hear angry voices arguing. I can’t make out any words, but by the colours, I can see that the twin stallions are fighting with the stallion in charge and two other stallions. My vision returns just in time to see a knife go into the smaller of the two stallions, with the larger’s face beaten open. They’re dragged out the door, leaving a bloody trail in their wake.

A short blue stallion walks up to me and places a hoof on my cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks.

I look up to the stallion in charge, who’s digging through a white box, then the colt who scowls at me. I recall his words, that it’s embarrassing when a customer complains about our bad health. I nod. I feel awful, but I don’t want him to hit me again.

The short stallion turns to the stallion in charge. “Next time, make sure to keep a closer eye on your merchandise. He very nearly killed her. Her eyes aren’t supposed to be this red.”

My eyes go wide as the stallion in charge narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says through gritted teeth. I know he’s pissed at me, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to be bad. I want to be good. I had thought the stallion leading this whole event was watching out for me, but now I’m not so sure. I don’t know how to keep the customer from complaining, and I almost wish that the last stallion actually had killed me.

The blue stallion turns back to me and climbs up onto the stand, guiding his cock into my mouth. Again, I choke on it, but he pulls back after a few thrusts to let me breathe. With his hoof grabbing me by the back of my mane, he pushes in and pulls away in short thrusts, always letting me breathe every ten seconds or so.

His cock stiffens over time, making it hit the back of my throat harder and harder. Just as I can feel him pulsing, he pulls away, and thick ropes of white stuff hits my face, some even stinging my eye. It’s salty, like the other stallion, but not sour.

“Let me see you swallow it,” he commands. I do my best, unable to close my mouth. It’s very goopy. “Good girl,” he says, pushing the flared tip into my mouth and plugging my nose. As the bitter, foul piss cascades across my tongue, I realize that it’s not quite as bad as I had thought. It was horrible, sure, but at least he was nice about it.

He lets go of my nose and I hear the click of the button behind me, causing the egg in my butt to rumble again. Immediately, I open my throat to cry out, but the fluid in my mouth flowing down toward my lungs causes me to stop. Panicking, I try to swallow all that remains, sucking his cock a little further into my mouth in the process. I know now what it means to be flushed.

He walks away as the egg turns off. I look to the gryphon on my right to see another dragon pissing on her, seemingly intentionally missing her mouth to strike between her eyes. I then turn to the pegasus on my left, servicing a young colt about our age. A stallion, likely his dad, is standing behind him, giving him a boost on his knee.

When those two finish up, the black unicorn from earlier returns. “I’ve disposed of the bodies,” he says with a deep bass voice and a strange accent. He holds up two pouches. “Their coinpurses. Nopony will miss them.”

The stallion in charge takes them and gives them to the colt. “Don’t tell your dad.” He smiles and holds out his hoof. “You have just paid for a service of exclusivity. Please, select any whore you like.”

“I already have,” smirks the unicorn, moving into the pegasus’s stall. He takes off her ring, setting it aside.

“Why’d you do that?” she asks. “Don’t you need it?”

“I wouldn’t fit,” answers the unicorn, pulling out his cock. It’s huge, and his balls hang really low. There was no possibility that it would fit with the ring in the way, and I have to question whether it will even fit without.

Nonetheless, he’s going to try. He pries her jaw open with his hoof and squeezes his cock into her mouth. I watch in horror as it’s very obvious where in her throat he is, as he pushes her down with both hooves. Her eyes go red and tears run down her face as she struggles fruitlessly against him.

“I think that’s all she can manage,” he groans. He takes a few deep breaths then clenches, holding himself there for several seconds. When she begins to turn blue, he moans, and pulls back. It’s just as obvious where he is as he pulls back, and as he pops out, her chest is heaving.

He turns to the colt. “Do you mind if I take a second crack at her, just for pleasure?”

The colt looks to the stallion in charge. “That’s up to you, boy. On one hoof, it’s an extra charge that he’s already paid for, but it means we’re late to the next location.”

The colt nods. The black unicorn accepts that answer and undoes the pegasus’s back legs, lifting her up to his height.

“Don’t break her too badly,” adds the stallion in charge. “You’re covered for rough use, not a hospital bill.”

“I’ll try to keep her in one piece,” sneers the black stallion. He’s turned away from the two in charge, so I’m not sure if he’s lying to them, or if he’s just upset by the smell. As he presses his cock against her pussy, I know it’s not going to fit. It’s too big for her, I just know it.

The scream that follows is harrowing. I can’t stomach the sight and turn my head away. I can only hear the cries of agony, accented by wet slaps and groaning.

I clench my eyes shut, hoping that doing so will stop the sound, but the only thing that works is when, several minutes later, he groans louder, she screams louder, and then all goes quiet.

I look back, and the blood almost makes me vomit. I don’t know how she’s still alive, but she’s hanging there, whimpering and sniffling, while he looks to be pleased with himself. His cock is covered in her blood, as well as that same white substance.

She’s secured back into her restraints, and by some miracle, he wipes himself clean with toilet paper. I’m relieved, mostly that he didn’t make one of us lick him clean. I’d never been this scared before.

The stallion in charge inspects the injury to the pegasus. “I told you not to damage her.”

“That’s her hymen,” insists the unicorn. “It broke way too fast to be her standard equipment. I held back.”

The stallion inspects the filly a bit closer, then wipes his hooves on her fur. “She seems okay for now, but I’m going to keep you on record in case the damage is worse than I think.” Grabbing a hose, he sprays down her legs, flushing her again to make the water go down the drain.

As the unicorn steps off, a zebra rushes in past him. “Thank goodness you’re here, and haven’t departed,” he gushes, his body tense. “I’m glad you’re here, and not somewhere uncharted.”

“Can we help you, sir?”

“I really need to take a shit, and what better place than a mobile toilet?” smiles the zebra.

“Twenty bits to use one of our finests disposals,” smiles the colt back, gesturing to the gryphon on the floor.

The zebra frowns. “I’m not into delivering that sort of bane. Do you have something perhaps a bit more mundane?”

The stallion in charge rolls his eyes. “Right this way…” He opens the door to a room off to the side of the trailer, then grunts. “Some jackass decided to put his stuff in here. Give me a minute to clear this out.”

“I don’t have long,” warns the zebra, “I bid you, hurry! I must release my fecal slurry!”

“Yeah, yeah, I just have to clear some of this stuff out of the way first. Back up a sec, would you?”

The zebra backs into my stall. By the clenching he’s doing, I can only presume that this particular visit is fairly urgent. He grunts, and I can hear a gurgling in his guts.

I look beyond the zebra’s arse to see the stallion in charge lifting a heavy-looking box. He moves a few paces back, and pushes the zebra against my face as he squeezes past. A pressure on my face and a yelp are all the warning I receive.

In the next instant, as the zebra moans out, a torrent of chunky brown sludge covers my face and mane. I can neither close my jaw nor fill up the mouth hole with my tongue, not for lack of trying, and I clench my eyes closed and hold my breath.

Another blast hits me as the first ends. I have to keep enough air in my lungs to blast the chunks out of my nostrils, so at the next lull, I inhale. The stench is revolting, and the taste makes me want to vomit.

A third and final burst lodges a solid chunk in my mouth. It’s clumpy and hard in all the wrong places, and mushy and soft in others. The liquid pools and swirls in my mouth, dripping down my chin and neck, and all I can pray is that he doesn’t flush.

“You do realise that you’ll have to pay for her services, right?” comes the voice of the stallion in charge. I kept my eyes closed and did not look, with the incentive being that I could feel the gunk dripping down my eyelids and pooling on my eyelashes before dripping away. I could no longer open them.

“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of doing so,” answers the zebra. “I’d like some paper to wipe with, though.”

Several coins clink together and there’s a clunk in the direction of the stall where the regular toilet is. A flush is heard, thankfully with water this time, and the door opens. There are a few clopping noises as the zebra presumably leaves, and somepony walks up to me. I feel the trailer moving again as we start off to our next destination.

“I think this is rather fitting, actually,” says the colt. “A shitty face to go with your shitty attitude.”

My eyes begin to burn. As tears run down my face, it washes the stuff under my eyes away. And yet, it also backwashes into my tear ducts, stinging as it goes. I regret ever walking into the building with the red thing over the door.

All is silent but for the quiet sobbing of we three until we come to a stop. As the door opens, the pony that comes in sounds huge. “Is she okay?” he asks.

I nod enthusiastically. If this new one is talking about me, I want him to think that I’m doing very well, to avoid a beating from my captors.

“Nevertheless, I think I’ll take this one.” The big one steps in front of me. His hooves are super-hard, or he’s wearing shoes, I’m not sure which. Then he presses a claw against my chin. “Keep your eyes closed, little filly. This is going to be messy.”

For half a second after his stream hits my face, I feel joy. He was nice enough to wash my face, even if he was using urine to do so.

Then it starts to burn. I yelp as the burning sensation washes over me, like boiling water. First my eyes, then my nose, then, as it pools in my mouth, it burns my tongue as I gargle out a cry, trying to either spit or swallow.

He goes all over the place, rubbing his claws through my mane as he burns my scalp, rubbing it into my fur with a fair bit of pressure. Everypony else’s was warm and unpleasant, but his is really hot.

Then it ends, and the heat is immediately replaced with a chill. Everything that I swallowed is still burning up my insides, and I can taste it on my breath, but my skin feels clean and soft, even though I know it is neither.

His claws gently scrape across my eyelids. “There, now. How do we feel?”

I slowly open my eyes. Everything’s a little blurry at first, but after a few seconds, I can make out the form of a big red dragon with yellow-green eyes. He seems to be smiling down at me, but I can feel his disappointment. Still, I look up at him. “Hang kou, khur.” This time, I really mean it.

“You can handle the rest, right?” He reaches down and presses his cock against my lip. It’s really hot. I nod, hoping that it will at least be short.

He pushes just the tip in. It’s burning the roof of my mouth before he even starts. He drains the last of his bladder down my throat. He washed my face; the least I can do is not complain about servicing him. He’s been nicer than some of the other creatures I’ve had to deal with today.

As he walks off, I can feel my fur drying. I look around and see that there’s been a line forming for the other two, perhaps making room to stay out of the dragon’s way. That, or he paid for extra time, and the other customers were diverted away.

To my left, the pegasus has been covered completely by a large brown hairball. I can’t see what’s going on. Instead, I turn to the right, where yet another stallion is just finishing up. The splashes are loud, indicating that her mouth is pretty full up. When he’s done, he presses the button, and she drinks it all down, kicking and whining as it all disappears down her throat.

“Back over here, princess.” A hoof grabs my chin and pulls my face in the direction of the guest. This one’s a yak, which is probably what the one taking the pegasus right now is, as well.

As he mounts me, his thick hair covers me. He says something, but I can’t hear through the thick insulation. It’s dark under here, so it’s hard to see, but after a few moments, I feel him press his cock against my cheek. I stick out my tongue to redirect it into my mouth, but he pulls away, leaving me with a mouthful of hair.

When he returns his hips to their forward position, it’s not my mouth he finds. He doesn’t seem that concerned, pushing harder anyway, until he’s firmly lodged in my right nostril.

I try to pull away and help redirect him, but his hoof grabs the back of my head and holds me there. I thought it was uncomfortable having the dragon piss up my nose, but having the tip of the yak’s cock trying to push its way up there while streaming directly into my sinus cavity is much worse. At least the dragon had good intentions.

What doesn’t run down my throat comes out the other nostril, dripping it down into his thick hair. He says something else that I can’t hear and shoves harder, and I can do nothing but whimper and try to swallow it.

When he pulls away, he smacks me across the face. “Crummy untrained whore,” he remarks, trotting away.

“What did you expect?”

I know that voice. “Uhgur?”

My brother walks up to me. “That’s right. Already hired and working the grind, are we? Good on ya! Tell ya what: I’ll be next for you.”

He drops a few bits into the hoof of the colt. “That’s ten bits, arsehole!” he shouts.

“It’s alright,” smiles my brother. “They know me here.”

“Like hell we do!” shouts the stallion in charge. “Full price, or you can walk!”

My brother approaches, but when the stallion in charge grabs him, he holds a knife in his other hoof, which he places against my brother’s throat.

I’m not sure what to hope for, here. On one hoof, I want my brother to think well of me. We’re a family, after all, and he’s all I have. I don’t want him to die, and especially not right in front of me. On the other hoof, I don’t want him to piss in my mouth like all the others today. On a third, and equally valid hoof, I know he doesn’t have a lot of money, and I want him to be able to eat something today that he didn’t pull out of a trash can.

“Fine, here,” says my brother, shoving a few more into the colt’s hoof. “I hope you choke on it.”

“This ain’t enough to choke on,” sneers the colt. “Four and four does not make ten. Pay for real, or I will have you removed.”

“How am I supposed to know how many ten is?” My brother pulls out his coinpurse and opens it.

The stallion in charge reaches in himself and takes out a few more coins, along with the rock that looks like a scorpion that my brother always keeps, and drops the bits into the colt’s hooves, and returns the stone. “Now you may have a pleasant piss, sir.”

My brother walks up to me and pulls out his cock. Compared to everything else I’ve had today, it’s kind of small. He doesn’t measure up to any of the other stallions, which is less surprising when I realize how short he is. He always pulled me aside to talk to me, and I always thought he looked like an adult, but right now, he’s standing in the same place other stallions have, with more all over, and he’s not nearly as large as he always seemed in my mind.

His taste is familiar, as this is not the first time he’s been in my mouth. He’s usually repeatedly telling me to stop biting, and I try not to, but this time, there’s a small swell of pride. I couldn’t bite him if I tried. The metal ring keeps my jaw open for him.

“Watch those teeth,” he says to me, and my pride flushes away in an instant. “You stink, too. What, have you been rolling in piss, or something?”

That does it. I’ve been holding back my tears as much as I could, but I can’t anymore. I had thought throughout this whole day that my brother would be proud of me. I stuck to his plan. I did what he wanted. I delivered the letter, did what the letter said, joined the company he wanted me to join, and did the whole thing without complaining. I did it all for him. To hear him say that I stunk; that I smelled as though I had been rolling around in piss… that broke me.

I begin to cry as he grabs my head and begins to pump his hips in and out of me. I try to make it inaudible, but the constant moving of my throat makes that very difficult. I can’t muffle all of it, but I do my best. If stallions complaining about poor service is a punishable offense, I don’t want them to hear me crying.

His balls slap against my chin over and over. Judging by the fact that he hasn’t complained about anything except my teeth, I can assume that I am now closer to what he wants. I suppose that’s some solace, at least. I may never again be happy, but at least he is. He’s happy and safe, and has more money than I thought he did.

Soon, he pushes his whole cock in my mouth, something he’s never been able to do before. I can feel it throbbing and pumping, but I can still kind of breathe.

After a few seconds, he pulls back and pisses into my mouth. I’m used to it by now, and just try to drink it down before the taste makes me vomit. My stomach has never been more full, and it’s twisting me up in knots.

He pats my cheek. “You learn fast. I’ll see you at home, and we’ll try it again.”

As he leaves, I notice that the trailer is almost empty. Only a donkey remains, and he’s not coming after me, but the pegasus. She’s looking worse than ever. When we started, her wings were up and flapping. Now, they just hang there. I wonder if they’re broken, but they don’t look that damaged. Perhaps it’s just her will that’s broken.

The donkey backs into her stall and lifts his tail. With the stallion over the gryphon, he just let it all fall out. With the zebra that came to me, it was all an accident. This time, the donkey has to lift up his hind end to reach her mouth. There’s no way that this is not a willful act.

The filly shakes her head and tries to turn away, but the stallion in charge holds her neck steady and facing forward, even pulling her head so that her lips are touching his arsehole.

I can’t see inside of her mouth, but by the panic and struggling, we all know when it first hits her tongue. She flaps her wings and pulls against her bonds, but she’s just a filly. She can’t overpower a fully-grown stallion and donkey. She fights with all of her might, but the tears streaming down her face are not soon to end.

“You’d better swallow it all,” spits the stallion in charge. “Mash it against the roof of your mouth with your tongue, since you can’t chew it up! It’s already chewed up, anyway.”

Clump by fetid clump, she swallows it all. I watch the bulge slide down her throat every time, and my body goes numb. The reality of my situation is dawning on me. I’m going to be this way for the rest of my life. I should grow accustomed to it.

“Show me your mouth, slave.”

The filly points her face in the direction of the stallion in charge.

He looks satisfied. “Good. Now, lick his arsehole clean.”

Her cheeks are soaked as the donkey walks off the trailer. The whole place shakes again as we’re off to our next destination. I don’t know where we’re going, and never have. I hope against hope that it’s somewhere nice, with nice ponies and dragons and such, that will treat us better and not try to break us.

As we go over a bump and I hear the sloshing beneath my hooves, a memory comes flooding back to me. At the beginning of this, there was a possibility of ice cream if I was good. I’ve been trying, but stuck to this wall, I have little to do. With the ring in my mouth, I have little to say. I still don’t know what I did that upset my master.

We come to a stop. I expect more stallions and brace myself, but instead, the stallion in charge walks over to the gryphon. He takes off her gag and spits on her face. “Have you learned your lesson yet? Are you going to keep biting?”

She says nothing, just letting her eyes fall to the side. He unstraps her and she stands on wobbly legs. He kicks her with his hoof and she shuffles off with the stallion and colt following her. I don’t know what fate awaits her, but it can’t be good.

For several minutes, I’m not sure how long exactly, the only sound is the quiet sobbing of the pegasus filly. While I could guess what the gryphon did by the way she was swiping her claws around, I have no idea what this filly did that cost them an important client. She didn’t seem to be ill-behaved, but neither would I say the same about myself. What did we do?

After a long time, the stallion and colt come back, and the stallion looks her in the eyes as he takes off the gag. “And what did you do wrong?”

Despite how vocal and talkative she’d been this entire time, she doesn’t answer back.

“Good.” He unstraps her, and as she falls to the ground, she makes her way off with her front legs and wings. Her back hooves drag along the ground, still bloodied.

I am used to solitude. Moreso than a lot of ponies I’ve known, at any rate. So many times, I’ve been left alone outside while my brother went into a shop to pick something up only to leave through another door and come back from another direction. Knowing what I do now, he was probably looking to abandon me, and only returning when he needed me for something. He always came back with a task.

I welcome the cold, empty air. There’s nothing around me, and that means that I’m safe. No stallions trying to shove their cocks down my throat, nopony smearing shit on me, and nopony to spit on me and tell me how worthless I am. I’m not waiting for somepony that I depend on to come back. I’m relaxing and enjoying the cool air, as horrid as the stench is.

I have only a few minutes of blessed solitude before they come back for me. I knew they would, as I’m likely going to the same place as the other two.

“Have you learned your lesson?” asks the stallion in charge.

I want to make him happy. Rather, I don’t want him to be mad at me. I don’t know how to make that happen. If I say yes, that I’ve learned my lesson, he’ll ask me what I did wrong, and I can’t answer that. If I say no, that I haven’t learned, that means that I would go right back out for another round. I could end up like that pegasus. I really don’t want to end up that way. I can’t win.

“Good.”

Apparently, silence was correct. Either I was supposed to be unable to answer back, or I was not to complain. Either way, they take me down.

As I make my way off the trailer, I note how difficult it is to walk. My front legs had lost all feeling from being deprived of blood, and my back legs are so saturated with it that I stumble about. I feel the piss and shit sloshing about inside of me, like I just drank way too much water. I feel terrible, which I suppose was the point of being punished.

I just keep trudging forward, enduring a kick to the ribs every time I forget to turn. I don’t know where we’re going, but it all looks familiar, somehow. I just can’t place it.

We come to a room with white tiles. The pegasus and gryphon are sitting in the corner, their heads down. I begin to approach, but I’m kicked the other way, and they step on my tail to stop me. I stand there and wait, standing by for orders.

I hear a gurgle, and all of my muscles clench at once. I let out a yelp as the cold water sprays over me. I try to stand still, but I’m shivering. It may not even be a contender for the worst thing that’s happened to me today, but it still causes a fair amount of discomfort.

I’m whacked on the flank with something, and a long-handled brush is tossed my way. “Hang kou, gachker,” I say, still wearing the gag. I do my best to scrub myself. I try to follow the water jet, partially because it will wash away anything hit by the hose, but mostly because the friction of the bristles will offset the chill of the water.

“Take that ridiculous gag off,” says the stallion.

I drop the brush and my hooves go straight to the belt. I have no idea how to unlatch it, and I just start fiddling with it, first trying to pull it apart, then trying to feed the tail back through the bight, then trying to find some sort of release mechanism. I was unfamiliar with the device when it was first introduced to me. I certainly don’t know how to operate it now.

“Oh, give it here,” barks the colt, swatting my hooves away and yanking on it. It’s tighter for a moment, then I hear a jingling, then it comes off.

“Hang kou, ngaster,” I say. My jaw is very stiff, but at least I can still move it.

I pick up the brush and continue to scrub wherever the cold water is. Of course, I scrub hard enough in the wrong area, and the bandages come right off, but my flesh is so cold at that point that the bleeding has stopped.

The water shuts off, and I’m kicked in the direction of the other girls. I walk over as briskly as I can and sit down next to the gryphon. I’m familiar with air-drying, as I don’t always have access to a towel.

“All of you, keep quiet,” commands the stallion. “I’m going to go find out where you each belong.”

As soon as he leaves, the colt walks in front of us. “Which one of you filthy whores wants to suck my cock?”

I imagine it’s none of us. The gryphon keeps her eyes on the floor and claws on the ground. The pegasus squeezes her eyes shut and shivers; whether from the cold water or fear, who can say? I certainly don’t want to.

And yet, I find myself raising my hoof, anyway. I don’t want to, but if none of us does it, he’ll probably hit all of us. I’ve been through so much already today. What’s one more straw? Especially if it means I don’t have to watch the others being hurt. Compared to what happened to the pegasus, sucking this colt’s cock sounds completely trivial.

“Well? Hop to it!”

I crawl over to him, positioning myself between his legs. He’s just barely poking out of his sheathe. Regardless, I wrap my lips around it and start sucking. It’s not great, I know, but I try to keep my teeth away from him, lest he feel the need to pry them out.

I feel his hoof pushing my tail aside, rubbing my slit. “Your lips are freezing,” he growls. “You call this service? You’re a disgrace to the craft!”

I feel as though he’s trying to coax me into doing something wrong, just looking for any excuse to punish me again. Perhaps that was the lesson all along. I have to submit myself and anticipate the problems before they happen. If I keep my master happy, he’ll not have a reason to punish me. Perhaps he’ll even reward me, if I do well enough, but if I am expecting a reward, then I’m being selfish. Perhaps this was all a lesson in humility.

I keep sucking as best I can, and master’s cock begins to swell. It’s longer, thicker, and firmer than when I began, but still manageable. His hoof is still rubbing my slit, which is starting to feel good. Not asking for a reward is very much creating one for me.

I feel him pulse, and I swallow his load. Compared to the volume of piss I’ve taken today, it’s just a drop in the bucket. I pull away long enough to say “Thank you, Master,” and then it’s right back to it.

The stallion returns, grabbing the pegasus by the wing. “You are going back to work.” He pushes her toward the door, and after stumbling to the ground, she scurries off, turning right.

“You are coming with me.” He grabs the gryphon by the scruff of her neck and drags her toward the door. “I’m told that the last one is yours. You still have to finish filling out her paperwork, but once you do that, she’s all yours. Oh, and come back with the paperwork filled out if you want your cut.”

As the door closes, my master grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me away. I drop my gaze to the floor and sit quietly, awaiting orders.

“All mine, huh?” He chuckles maliciously. “I have plans for you, whore. Come.”

As he walks out the door, I follow. I don’t know what it is he wants me to do, but I can guess. I’m pretty sure he’s not going to give me any ice cream, that’s for sure…