Anthro mare is turned into equine one, She is sent to an asylum under caribou rule.
Indigo Plateau, her family goes into hiding after the caribou invasion. She is captured after an assault on a refugee camp and is given the unique punishment. Her anthro body is turned into equine one with caribou magic. This effectively physically disabled her in a world where there’s very little kindness for mares. Because of her physical status Indigo Plateau is sent to an asylum for mares to undergo special training.
Warning Fall of Equestria fic: Contains Rape, Mind Control, Scenes of cruelty, and all sorts of weird crap.
I awoke to the sound of a slow repetitive beep. My vision was blurry and my head felt heavy. I moved my mouth around, It was like cotton.
Another sound of soft moaning could be heard. I turned my head and saw a white shape with a grayish shape behind it. Focusing my eyes, I was shocked.
Leaning over the bed I was laying in was a nude white mare with a cherry covered mane. Some kind of red collar was around her neck. Her large breasts bounced up and down on my bed as she moaned loudly. Her bright red nipples would appear and disappear into the cushion every time her body moved.
A silver stallion who appeared to be in a doctor’s coat and had his pants down was moving back and forth against her buttocks. I knew he was having sex with her. I noted a name tag on the coat of the doctor that said “Silver Pulse.”
I blushed red, then noticed something around my neck. Out of the corner of my eye it appeared to me to be some kind of black collar. I reached up to touch it but found my hands felt funny like it had no fingers. Looking down I screamed at what I saw.
My hands, my arms had became legs with hard nail like structures at the end. Then my memories came flooding back to me.
My name is Indigo Plateau, I had just gotten my cutie mark when the caribou came. It was a lavender colored mountain plateau with a cloud behind it.
Back then I had hands and feet. I was a Pegasus, My mane was a dark indigo and my coat a bright deep purple, the kind of purple that if one stared at it for too long it hurt the eyes a little, or so I’ve been told. It never bothered me than again I maybe have been use to it.
Suddenly the colts and stallions gone mad led by the creatures called the caribou. It started in the Crystal Empire then Canterlot. They attacked all the mares and fillies by ripping their clothing off their bodies and doing horrible nasty things to them, or so I’ve been told. I never saw this with my own eyes, This was because I was living in Ponyville when this happened.
All I knew was that one day my family fled to the place known as Everfree Forest. My mother, my father and me.
There my mother became an important pony. Life became fearful, that fear became normal. I even had a birthday well we were in hiding.
One day a beam of light came from Canterlot. I heard talk of a magic cannon that the caribou made that could be fired on almost any town or city in Equestia as long as it could be seen from atop of Canterlot. My parents grew worried.
The next time that beam fired it hit the Everfree Forest. It expanded out and bathed the camp in blue light. What followed was madness.
Like in Canterlot all the stallions and colts head gone mad even some of the mares and fillies, including my father. I watched him rip my mother’s blouse. I watched her stab my father with a knife. Watched him bleed out over her and fall to the floor unmoving.
We, my mother and I fled the camp. We soon came upon as abandon house. I asked my mother if we should worry about the people that live in the house. She told me that a couple of mares use to live there’s so it’s abandon now.
My mother told me to go hide in the basement and lock the door. I did so and she left. She didn’t come back.
With all the crazed stallions roaming the country side and with hope that my mother will return for me, I didn’t leave the house. I drank water from the faucet but what little food that was left I soon ate.
After a few days I found myself getting sick and hungry. After a little over a week I became so tired I couldn’t move from bed and my muscles hurt.
Near the end I realized I was dying. I waited myself to death. I gave in and closed my eyes for what I was sure to be the last time.
I stood there looking at my hooves. My wings had an itching pain that I had just now started to notice. Moving my head around I examined the room its bright lights hurting my eyes. I then looked down at my body. It was alien to me taking the shape of some pudgy misshapened creature I didn’t recognize.
I was reminded of stories of the afterlife. Some ponies talked about something call reincarnation. It was some kind of process were when a pony dies they awake into a new creature. What that creature was depended on if you are a good or bad pony. Since I was turned into such an ugly creature I must have done some wrong.
I began to sob, this caught the attention of the silver stallion in the doctor’s coat pounding his crotch against the white mare’s rear.
“You’re awake,” The stallion with the name tag Silver Pulse said as he steps away from the mare. I could see his pee, it was pointing straight up and wet. It was the least of my worries.
“Did I die?” I sobbed out.
“Die?” The doctor pony replied in a questioning tone.
“I remember dying,” I told him, “I must have been a bad pony if I was reincarnated into this.”
The doctor gave me a gentle smile. “You didn’t do anything bad. The rules of what makes a good filly had changed,” He explained.
“What happen to my hands and feet?” I asked lifting my back leg to show the hoof.
“You have been turned into an equine,” Silver Pulse told me, “It’s an ancient form we ponies use to take.”
“Can I be like the way I was?” I asked.
Silver Pulse grabs my chin and looks me in the eyes. “If you have to asked the answer is no.”
The doctor then reaches up under my tail his fingers rubbing across my pee. By now I notice that his pee was still big. He had it close enough to my face that I could smell it. It smelled a lot like my shorts.
Mister Silver continues to move his hand across my pee. Mom told me it was okay to let a doctor touch me there but this wasn’t feeling right to me.
He touches the bump of flesh at the bottom of my pee. The stallion pinched it between his fingers causing my rear to flinch.
“Mister are you really a doctor?” I asked nervously.
“It’s okay this is a standard examination for females,” He told me.
He then moves lower and touches a pair of sensitive numbs between my thighs. My brain had no idea what he could be touching.
“Tits between the hind legs weird,” Doctor Silver Pulse remarks.
Despite what he said, my brain still couldn’t handle the idea of there being nipples between my hind legs.
Suddenly the doctor moves his hand back up to my pee. Without warning he sticks his fingers deep inside of me. The unexpected intrusion made me cross my eyes.
The doctor pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them in front of my muzzle. They smelt like my shorts. They were covered in strings of slime.
“Lick,” He ordered.
“Mister?” I hesitated.
“I said lick!” He back handed my muzzle splattering some of the slime on my face. I quickly recovered and begun to lick his fingers.
Satisfied the stallion puts his hand back under my tail. He went back to touching my now wet pee. The doctor smacks his pee against my nose. “Lick it.” He ordered.
“Mister?” Was my reaction looking up at him with confused puppy dog eyes.
“You know about the caribou take over? As a mare you are suppose to do as I say, if not we’ll just put you back where we found you.” The doctor told me.
My heart sank with the thought of me alone in a room starving, so I begin to lick him. It tasted salty, not too shocking giving what it does and what he was doing with it.
“Suck the edge of the tip,” I was instructed.
I did as I was told and started to play with the tip of his pee with my mouth. As I played with it and the tip began to flare out. I looked up at the stallion.
“Don’t stop! Lick around the hole at the top!” I was shouted at.
After a minute of doing this the stallion starts to make a moaning sound then suddenly white stuff shoots from his little hole. I flinch back and some of it hung off my muzzle. His flared out pee began to shrink.
“In the future you should try to take that stuff in the mouth,” I was lectured.
I nodded my head stunned by the sight I just seen. Then out of curiosity I licked the white substance from his pee. It tasted bitter and stuck to my teeth.
“Good girl now turn around with your rear toward me,” The stallion instructed me giving me a gentle scratch behind the ear as positive reinforcement.
I moved around in the hospital bed and I placed myself horizontally along the bed. He lifted my tail aside and began to examine my pee with his eyes spreading my mare lips.
“Now can you get down off that bed and stand?” Silver Pulse asked after sticking his fingers as deep as he could down the gaping hole, which made me wince with discomfort, then he pulled them out again.
“I’ll try sir,” I said gulping at the prospect of trying to stand much less walk with my new feet.
I stepped my foot down on the white linoleum surface. I quickly slipped falling down on my muzzle. The red collared mare quickly motioned at me possibly to help me up, But Silver Pulse ordered her to stop.
“We need to see if she can stand up on her own,” The doctor pony said.
So I wobbly got up on all fours, I stood at the stallion a little above the waist. After moment of standing there the doctor decided to speak again.
“Can you walk around in a circle?” He asked of me.
I slowly begin to move, moving all fours didn’t quite feel like crawling even though the principal of the movements were kind of the same. This could be because my new body was obviously built to move on all fours so walking like this felt way more natural than if I was in my anthro body.
“Good girl,” Silver Pulse told me, “Bring your rear to me.”
I blushed and backed up to him, the doctor unceremoniously stuck his pee inside of me. I yelped at the sudden and massive intrusion letting out a quick word.
“Mommy!” I cried without thinking about it.
“Mommy? Do you desire for your mother?” Silver Pulse asked.
“I guess I do,” I replied nervously, half because his pee was inside of me and secondly despite the situation I was in an utterance like that was embarrassing for a filly my age.
“You don’t need your mother,” The doctor said petting me on the back of the head as he begin to move his hips for an backwards sliding in and out of my pee, it moved easily because it was already wet and slick from him touching me. “This is what all mares are for, your natural place in the world.” He told me.
“Yes sir,” I replied as a strange shiver feeling gone up my body, “Do you know what happened to my mother?”
“We caught her ten days ago,” Silver Pulse told me, “We tried her for the murder of multiple males. We turned her into an equine like you. She also refused to tell us where she hid you. It was pure coincidence that we found you.”
“Ahh!! My mother was going to let me die?” I said moaning from the sensation shooting through my body.
“Yes, because she didn’t want stuff like this to happen to you,” The doctor responded into my ear, “Because of her, in her own sick way, she tried to protect you from our caribou masters. They believe that it would hurt her deeply to give you the same punishment that she had.”
“I’m like this because of her? Urgh!!!” Suddenly my pee or the area connected to it did a hard spasm that rippled waves of pleasure through my body. I unleashed a moaning cry as Silver Pulse moans as well. My body squeezed around his pee. I feel the tip of his pee flare out and a weird warm feeling near his tip.
“Wow, with a little training you could be a good little cunt,” The doctor praised. I didn’t like being called that word.
“Now, do you think that’s worth dying for?” He asked me.
I drooped my ears and lower my tail. “I don’t think so? I’m a little confused, up until now every pony has been telling me what you did to me was a bad thing. I do feel bad, kind of sick and violated now.”
“Sweetheart that feeling will go away as you get used to it,” Silver Pulse said patting me on the head.
“But during the act something happened with my body, something I can explain,” I told the stallion, then shook my head, “No, that experience wasn’t so horrible to worth my life.”
“Nice, before I can let you go there are few things I need you to do,” The stallion picks up a couple of bowls from the counter near him. He placed the bowls on the floor for me to see. One bowl was full of what looked to be animal kibble. Another bowl had a slightly unpleasant smelling white stuff. It’s smell was a lot like old wet hay mixed with buttermilk. “This is mare kibble and buttmilk I need to see you eat and drink these to see if you can take in solid food and liquid.”
Both tasted awful, I had to use a lot of force to crush the hard kibble with my teeth. The buttmilk was so thick it clung to everything in my mouth and even the back of my throat but caused me to cough for a few minutes as the stuff kept trying to seep into my lungs.
“Good, now stay here,” Silver Pulse starts to leave the room but then turns to the red collared mare with the white coat. “Clean the filly before I get back. The two of you wait here I should be back in about an hour and a half. Then we can finish the examination.” Then the stallion walks out the door.
The mare quickly on all fours crawls over to me and grabs my rear slowly bringing her face up to my oozing pee.
“Miss don’t,” I begged her.
“It is what master asked of me,” She said before sticking her tongue inside.
She licked, sucked and played with my nubs. Back there was still feeling numb from the first spasm I had earlier. But the more the mare gave attention to my pee more of that tingly feeling I was getting again.
My body did that will spasm thing again, a few times before the doctor came back. Miss Redheart told me those were called orgasms. She said that nub at the end of my pee was called the clit. She also explained to me what jizz was in the many other names it was called as well as other things. The more she explained the less sick I was feeling from being touched in those places.
“Good Redheart,” Silver Pulse pats the white mare on the head.
“Thank you,” Redheart cheered, “The poor thing was pretty isolated and confused apparently, so I gave her some pointers on how to be a good slut.”
“Good, had she gotten sick?” Silver Pulse asked.
“No, she seems to be able to handle mare foods pretty well,” Redheart shrugged.
“Now had she expressed any desire to relieve herself?” Silver Pulse continued his questioning.
“No she hadn’t” Redheart shook her head.
“Well, she needs to do so before we can let her go,” Silver Pulse points out.
“You want me to do what now?” I asked.
Redheart pulls out a stainless steel drum with an open horseshoe shaped lid. “This is a mare potty, it’s what some lets mares use if they can’t go outside or have no lawn to take them to.”
“Wait? You make it sound like most mares have two pee outside!” I shouted.
“Depending on the master or handler yes,” Silver Pulse told me.
I frowned at this thought, it was bad enough that I was naked and deformed plus the private touching. Things just kept piling on with the rules of this new world.
“I bet she’ll feel better if she sees me use it first,” Redheart squats over the mare potty her legs wide open. She spreads the front end of her labia with her fingers and without a moment she shoots a golden stream from her small vaginal hole. The liquid hits the pan with a pedal pat sound.
The site caused me to blush because I never seen another mare pee in front of me before. Silver Pulse just had a wide smirk on his face.
“Hey you should show her a bowel movement as well,” The stallion orders.
“Yes master,” Redheart readjusted her stance and with a slight grunt a piece of brown matter came out of her rear. It plops into the wet potty. Redheart stands up and stepped aside motioning me to try the thing.
I put my rear end over the potty and lifted my tail. Then a moment of confusion came on my face as I realized I couldn’t reach my pee with my hooves to spread it apart.
“Umm?” I spoke up hesitantly, “Em I supposed to pee on myself?”
“I think it’s supposed to run off that large clit of yours,” Redheart points out.
“If you say so,” I replied nervously.
I stood there for five minutes unable to relax enough to make a stream come out of me. “I’m sorry,” I told the stallion and mare.
“Maybe you need a little help,” Silver Pulse then reaches down and pinches my clit rubbing it with his thumb in slow circles. I moan and cry at the touch trying to concentrate on relaxing my bladder. A small orgasm came causing a flood to come out of me and into the potty.
“Good girl,” Silver Pulse said shaking the wet from his hand
I give a big exhale as the last bit of pee left my lips. Trying to take a poo had the same issue until the doctor pony rubbed his fingers across it, massaging the clamped hole.
“Very good and with that I can allow you to leave my care,” Silver pulse says as he puts a leash on my collar.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked as he takes me out the door.
“Your future kid,” Silver Pulse told me, “You are now fit to go to public auction.”
I was led down the streets of Ponyville, in front of me, holding my leash was a black stallion in both mane and coat. He wore a brown trenchcoat with a wide brim hat. His name was Black Kiss.
It had been three days since I awoke in the hospital, I was swiftly put into a small cage. As I waited in the cage about twice an hour more or less depending on the time of day, no times at night, I was taken out to be examined by random stallions or caribou.
They talked to a caribou that ran the facility that I was placed in. Always they ordered me to turn around and lift my tail then grabbing my pee spreading it open for potential customers to see. Some poked and prodded me themselves. Sticking their cocks inside of me to the point of releasing themselves, or making me suck them.
The caribou seemed to enjoy my appearance a lot more than the pony stallions did. The caribou took enjoyment out of seeing the creature I became and would do extra mean things like pinch my body or smack me across the head. Pony stallions on the other hand seemed greatly disturbed somewhat fearful of my appearance.
Many of my potential buyers asked how I was able to do chores with no hands? My caretaker told them it wouldn’t be easy for me. Most of the buyers made remarks about how trying to take care of a bitch like me wouldn’t be worth the time or effort and leave.
When done with me I was put back into the cage. I would be instructed to stick out my pee into the cage next to me and let the neighboring mare clean me out if a male used me. I had to do the return for my neighbors if they were used as well.
On the second day they took me to see my mother, she had an equine body just like mine. I tried to speak to her. She turned away for me. I asked her, “Why did she kill daddy!”
“Because the real him wouldn’t want me to let him hurt you!” She shouted at me.
“He would be alive now to take care of me instead of being traded around by strangers!” I shouted back, “I might have even have my original body!”
Suddenly my mother roughly knocked me to the ground. She starts stomping on me as hard as she could with her hooves. I felt a rib crack in a hoof smack me hard in the face. “Celestia forgive me! Celestia forgive me!” She chanted.
Then I realized she was trying to kill me, she was trying to kill me by beating me to death. She hated this world so much. She wants to do one last effort to free me from it.
It took two stallions to pull her off of me. A fourth help me up off the ground and took me out of the room. The area around my eye quickly popped up as Silver Pulse examined me again. He gave me some healing magic for my rib. He also had to lance my swollen eye to let the blood flow out.
“You looked like a fucking cave bitch before, how the heck am I supposed to get a good price for you at auction now?” My handler said as he stuffed me back in my cage. The nice mare in the cage next to me licked my still seeping wounds.
It was the next day when Black Kiss came. I’ve overheard the black stallion talking to my caribou handler.
“I’m here to talk about the selling of your special filly?” He said to the handler.
“Other than being a good fuck, she doesn’t have any other good qualities I can show off, she can’t even masturbate herself properly. I mean what’s up with you ponies? Hands and good looks isn’t the most important thing in a bitch!” The handler remarks.
“I could barrow her, take her to my asylum for some servant training,” Black Kiss suggested.
“You mean teaching her how to cook, clean, care for some old bastard by wiping off his shit,” The caribou spits on the ground, “I don’t see the point of teaching those dumb things that stuff.”
“We ponies want more bang for our bits,” Black Kiss explains, “I suppose I do because I’m too kindhearted, I take the bitches no one wants and at least try to make them acceptable. I have a big in busy placed to take care of after all.”
“Very well,” The handler nods his head.
So I walked through Ponyville, first time I ever actually got a good look at the world after the caribou came. Many males led naked females around with leashes although some were unleashed. One mare was squatting down to pee on a patch of grass. Another was tied to a public use rack cover in jizz. There was also a couple who was on their knees sucking on cocks right in front of everybody.
“You look amazed?” Black Kiss remarks with a smile.
“Everything is just so different,” I point out.
“Yeah things changed rather quickly,” Black Kiss nods his head.
“Where is this asylum you were talking about?” I asked the stallion.
“At the edge of the town,” He answered me, “Since Ponyville is a small town, it’s not too overly crowded, at least not yet, more and more towns from the surrounding area seems to send more mares to me.”
Soon we came onto the compound, it was an old baron run factory with a house on top of the hill overlooking a set of square brick buildings. All of it surrounded by a concrete wall.
We walked up to a barred gate with a sigh next to it, “Ponyville Anus Bitch Asylum,” The sign said.
I noticed there were some stallions walking out through the gate as we walked in, down a short road that split off into twos paths with a sign showing directions. “Factory”,”Barracks”.
A pale blue pegasus stallion in a blue hoodie with black pants gently walks a beshoveled green mare with a purple collar onto the lawn. Her mane was lavender and she had a quill for a cutie mark, she muttered to herself.
“How are we doing today Pansy Poem?” Black Kiss asked the mare.
“I’m naked? Why em I naked?” The mare says to herself.
“It’s her day to go to the breeding line,” The blue stallion who I thought looked rather handsome said to Black Kiss.
“No, no, don’t want to,” Pansy Poem mutters to herself.
Black Kiss pets the mare on the head, “Now sweetheart you know it’s your duty, we all must do our part to help this place keep running.”
“No, no,” The mare muttered as she was led away.
Black Kiss turns to me, “You won’t be staying with the purple collars,” The stallion told me, “You’d be staying in the vocational rehabilitation wing since you have physical issues not mental ones, Including you there will be five physically disabled mares there you understand?”
I nodded my head and let the stallion continue.
“We also have a wing for purple collar mares, some were crazy before the fall or turned crazy by the fall,” Black Kiss said, “Since the fall the number of committed mares with severe mental breakdown has doubled to about twenty four. Despite this place being for mares, we also have been given permission to take in some stallions that had been mentally broken as well and have some special needs we can provide. We also have an extreme care wing. We use it to take care of mares who become extremely weak from disease, some of them are dying, others may not be able to move for one reason or another.”
I was brought into the building through a side door. The room was some kind of bread kitchen. I could hear the sound of a stallion grunting in the slight moans of a mare.
We walked around the corner to see a red collared mare being bent over a counter as she was plowed by an ugly looking dark blue caribou.
The mare was flushed and playing with the nipples on her chest. The nub on her head said she used to be a unicorn.
“Nervona!” Black Kiss shout at the ugly young caribou, “Did I say you could fuck Still Breeze?”
The caribou called Nervona stepped away from Still Breeze causing the mare to fall lumply to the floor.
“I know you took her as your own personal slave, but she’s such a good fuck,” Nervona answered.
“Sorry master, I can say ‘no‘ but do nothing else,” Still Breeze said trying to prop the upper part of her body by using her hands. Her body was sky blue with a light jade mane. The mare’s breasts were huge and she had a large butt and legs.
“It’s okay, “Black Kiss told her, “Stay here with the miss Indigo will I go have a chat with mister Nervona.”
“Yes master,” Still Breeze replies to the stallion.
Black Kiss and Nervona walks out of the room. Still Breeze looks at me, she pulls her body across the floor and extends up her hand. “Still Breeze,” The mare introduced herself.
“Indigo Plateau,” I gave the mare my hoof.
“Could you slide the cart over here?” Still Breeze motioned to a flat blue cart next to me. I pushed the thing to her with my hooves and the mare began to set herself up on the cart using her arms. At this point I realized that she couldn’t move the lower half of her body.
“You’re paralyzed,” I said shocked.
“And your wings have been plucked,” Still Breeze joked.
“Did they do that to you?” I asked nervously.
“No, I was paralyzed since before the fall,” Still Breeze smiled, “I had a chair and everything, then the glorious truth came to me, despite not being able to feel anything below my waist my body has become energized with a whole new sexuality.”
I noticed a trickle of liquid dripping off the cart from underneath the mare. “You’re peeing yourself,” I pointed out nervously.
“Oh, yeah that happens, my plug must have gotten knocked loose,” Still Breeze started searching the floor. She finds a small rubber object that resembled the tiny butt plug. The mare grabs it, she pulls back her clitoris and spreads apart the tiny hole with her free fingers in with her free hand slides the plug into her urethra.
I can’t control my bladder or my bowels anymore, I tried to keep plugs in them but accidents happen,” Still Breeze sighed, “That is why I’ve been placed here, any master who buys me needs an extra mare to clean up after me,” She giggles, “Speaking of you think you could lick that up for me?”
I look to the puddle on the floor, I’ve tasted pee since I have put my mouth on stallions and mares but I never lapped the stuff up. But the nonchalantly way Still Breeze made the request obviously meant it wasn’t an abnormal one.
“Is something the matter?” Still Breeze asked curiously.
“Umm, no,” I shook my head and bent down to start lapping up the puddle on the floor.
As she watched me lick up all the liquid, Still Breeze spread her legs open with her hands. “This too please,”
I did what I was asked without hesitation burying my muzzle into her crotch. Still Breeze looked down at me smiling, she started petting me with one hand and playing with her hardening nipple from the sight of me eating her out. Her pussy was definitely limp not filling sexually erect at all in my mouth. But her tits obviously still worked.
“Oh yes dear, you will make a fine red collar,” Still Breeze moaned as she starts fondling with both of her breasts at the same time.
“I need to be adopted by a master first,” I replied.
“I’m sure you will,” Still Breeze reaches to underneath my belly and starts playing with the tits between my thighs.
The sound came first to my ears, then the smell hit my nose, It was bacon, sizzling bacon and something that’s a lot like eggs. My stomach began to grumble and I lifted my head up from the blue mare’s crotch.
“Is something the matter?” Still Breeze asked.
“Food, real food,” I said my mouthwatering.
“Well let’s see who is cooking,” Still Breeze folded her legs up onto the cart putting herself in a kneeling sitting position she begins to pull herself and the cart across the floor using her hands.
There was a dull black filly with red and yellow flaming hair, she had a sun for cutie mark with writing on her butt pointing at her sun mark. “This means she’s Celestia’s little whore,” it said. The filly looked to be about a year older than I was. She held the pan shaking the bacon in it with one hand as her other hand and arm for that matter was missing from the middle of the upper arm. Two more pans were sitting on the stove.
“Hey Still Breeze,” The black collar filly said nonchalantly as she dumps the bacon onto a plate.
“Flame Burn, this is our new guest Indigo Plateau,” Still Breeze introduced me.
“Hi,” I replied.
“Nice to meet you,” Flame Burn said as she quickly walks over to the fridge and starts taking out more eggs. “Could you grab that pan off the stove? I’m a little busy.” The filly smirks at me.
I first looked at my hooves then back at the pan.
“Use your mouth,” Flame Burn quickly points out.
I grab the handle of the pan with my muzzle, but I miscalculated in my cheek touched the hot plate it was attached to. I instantly yelp and dropped the pan on the floor.
Flame Burn turns and frowns at the spilt food and pen on the floor.
“Are you okay?” Still Breeze asked.
“I’m sorry,” I said to Flame Burn.
“Don’t worry you’d get the hang of it soon,” Flame Burn told me.
“Soon?” I asked.
“All of us, has to learn to cook, clean, and of course,” Flame Burn then sighs closing her eyes, “Fuck,”
“She hadn’t quite yet learned to accept the glory of the caribou,” Still Breeze points out. The mare then turns to me. “Now Indigo show me your rear, despite it being an accident, you still need to be punished for dropping food.” She said as she gathered the mess on the floor with her hands.
Suddenly the mare grabs my pee with one hand pulls it open and shoves the dirty slop into me. I winced because it was still a little hot. She shoves her fingers and to make sure it went in deep.
“Now that has to stay there until one of the overseers says it can come out,” She told me.
“It used to be we had to lick it off the floor, until some bitches got smart,” Flame Burn complained.
“I see that you two are getting acquainted,” Black Kiss says as he walks back into the room.
“You found a really good girl.” Still Breeze replied.
“You have finished cooking the overseers meals?” Black Kiss asks Flame Burn.
“Yes master,” Flame Burn said reluctantly.
“Then cook up the cum packs for our mares,” Black Kiss orders.
“Yes master,” Flame Burn nods her head.
“When you are done, You should take her to the common room and introduce her to the others, I’m going back to my office,” Black Kiss told the mare before walking off again.
Flame Burn takes out some packets filled with white stuff that appeared to be jizz of some kind. Then pulls out some bottles with the word “Buttmilk” plastered on it. The filly rips open the bags and pours them in a bowl with the buttmilk. She whisked the two together thoroughly then dumps half the contents in the dirty pan she had just took the bacon from.
The mixture sizzled and cooked fluffing up like eggs, when they were completely cooked she dumps it on a plate then dumps the rest of the bowl’s contents into the hot pan. In the end she makes about five of these cum cakes.
We put the plates on a mobile tray and pushed it down a white hall. We went into a large room with some chairs and a number of sex toys were sproon about. There are two mares waiting in the room, both of them black collars.
One mare was a tall young stickly yellow mare with long late blue hair, her eyes were milky indicating that she was blind. The mare’s cutie mark was a yellow green eight pointed star shape flower. She was masturbating herself by moving the big green dildo in and out of her pee letting out soft moans.
The other mare was closer to middle age, coat white with a slight tint of green, mane short and green, a jagged scar ran up her right leg, she held the black walking stick in her hand. Cutie mark was a set of three red and black stones. The nub on her head showed that she was once a unicorn. The mare sat nicely in a chair.
“What’s there?” The yellow pony asks, she stopped moving the dildo but didn’t remove it, “Did the master bring in the beasts again?”
“This is Indigo Plateau,” Still Breeze introduced me, “She has been changed with caribou magic to take a more primitive form.
I give a curtsy to the room,
“Such a polite young lady,” The green pony said to me, “I am Jasper Hope, my friend is Alchemilla Hill.”
“Hello,” Alchemilla said holding on her hands. I got the hint and step toward her so she could touch me. She started with my face. “Is that a cut?”
“My mother did that to me,” I told her, “I accepted my place, she did not like that.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Alchemilla said as she moved down to my neck, she touched my legs and forehooves, “You are a strange creature?” She remarks.
The mare then went to my torso which led to my underbelly. She played with my tits looking confused at what they were.
The yellow mare’s breasts were hanging down in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked a nipple on her breast. The sudden sensation made her flinch back. I smile and remarks, “Just returning the favor.”
“Oh,” Alchemilla blushed, “Mind if you show me your pussy? I should touch it in case the overseers tried to test me?”
I nodded my head, kind of half realizing that she couldn’t have seen my jester I turn my rear to her.
The blind mare first touched me with her hands. Then she suddenly smashed her face into my pee and starts rubbing her mouth and nose into it taking deep sniffs then shortly explores me with her tongue. The mare then retreats from me and pats me on the head.
“It appears you have been punished for dropping food,” she remarks licking a bit of something from her lip, “Anyway, Think you for letting me check you out.”
We then passed out the cum cakes. The stuff cooked was a lot easier to take down my gullet than raw. As we ate, the handsome blue Pegasus came walking into the room. My heart fluttered a little at the sight of him. He sees me and smiles.
“Ah, you must be Indigo Plateau,” He says to me.
“Yes I am ,” I replied nervously.
“My name is Seeker Storm, Now? Who’s turn is it to help me with chores?” Seeker asked.
“My turn,” Flame Burn raised her remaining hand.
“Good, Indigo you are going to come with us,” The stallion told me.