The saga of William Bryce: Part 1
The room was dark. Always had been, when I saw a glimmer of light emerge from the door on the opposite side, indicating a new arrival. Every time that door opened, my first instinct was always to run, run in the hope that, just this one, I might see freedom. Then I remembered the chains, those cold, cast iron chains that held me back by my wrists and tensed up whenever I tried to escape. They always got a good laugh at that, they being the ponies who came day by day to make use of what a human had to offer, and make use of me they did. Every day, mares from far and wide came to me, to milk me, to harvest me, to bring up from me the life giving juices of man and use them to further their own race. A one man sperm bank for all these ponies.
This one was a pegasus, a sort of greyish-brown colour with a black mane that seemed to all hang down to one side, like she just looked at herself in the mirror, shoved it all over to the side, and said something along the lines of 'That'll do'.She looked at me with really no sense of emotion, as if I were just some sort of machine, as she removed the long overcoat she was wearing. I was never quite sure why they all seemed to come to me in various forms of coat, but I understood from overhearing various snippets of conversation outside the small room that they held me in and where I had to, ahem, 'service' the many mares who visited the facility that actually getting an appointment was considered to be a privilege exclusive to only the most wealthy of the Equestrian upper class, one that attracted a great deal of ire and jealousy from many of the working folk, in fact. Thus, those who did show up tended to cover themselves up in the hope of not being recognised, the irony being that I knew who almost all of them were.
Anyway, after she had taken her coat off, she walked over to my body, for I was never clothed, and lowered herself down onto my penis. No ceremony about it, she just did it as if it were something as simple as turning the television on. I maintained a state of non-arousal at first, for I took no pride or bliss in doing this and sometimes other, even more humiliating tasks. However, her admittedly tight vagina combined with the noises she made as she effectively milked me eventually caused me to stop resisting and enjoy myself. My dick hardened, and I could tell that she was close. it went on like this for a while, before eventually I came, dispensing my sperm into her womb. She waited until she was sure I was done before pulling off me. She thanked me for my time, apparently not realising that it wasn't really my time any more and hadn't been for quite some time.
Still, credit to her, she actually thanked me.
She put her coat back on and left. I knew she'd be back, they always do come back. Nine months, nine months exactly. Everything was at an order in Equestria, even the female body. She exited my room, but not without paying the guard. That fucking godforsaken jet black unicorn who was a master of disproportionate retribution. I still remember this one time, back when this life was new to me, when I kicked a mare in the stomach and she stormed out without paying. He didn't like that. Not at all. He used his magic to force both of my feet behind my head and forced me to watch as he repeatedly slammed his strong hooves into my stomach, not stopping until I had tears streaming from my eyes and blood streaming from my mouth. I still don't know what he was most angry at, the attack or his lack of payment.
Once he had collected his money,he walked towards me, looking down on me with a contemptuous sneer, as if to say 'I'm better than you. I always have been and always will be' as if he thought that, in this room, where nought existed but my own blissful hell, where there was no life but that which would eventually be spawned from the same horse cunts that had taken me inside them almost a year before, In this room, where there was just myself, he was god. He was god and I was merely the flock.
He stared at me for lord knows how long, allowing me time to wallow in the bouts of self loathing that inevitably followed me having to work. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed and hated it all at once. He stared at me and chuckled to himself, as he always did when he saw me. He said to me,"There's a good boy" And produced a small bowl of some unidentifiable slop that he and whoever else was behind this thought fit to serve another form of life. He placed it on the floor and kicked it towards me. It stank to high heaven of the foulest stenches imaginable, and yet I had no choice but to eat it. It was either that or somehow inventing a way to eat the solid concrete floor I sat on. I dove my head down and ate it begrudgingly like a dog, a filthy, reeking dog who was once pedigree but had been abandoned and forgotten about.
Once the bowl was empty, the guard picked it up and placed it behind me, knowing what would eventually have to happen. He then left the room and closed the door. I heard the key turn in the door, and suddenly I was alone in darkness
My name is William Bryce. I am the first human in Equestria and this is my story.
