> My Master's Mistake
>  by Kiernan
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> My Master's Mistake
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“I’m about… HNNG!! Ugh…”

As the client slammed his hips against mine, I felt his cock pulsing within me, and the familiar pressure of fluids squeezing into my cervix. 

“Ou er sho krae,” I told him through the ring gag. It was a lie, and he knew it. Everyone knew it was a lie, but we had to tell every client that they fucked us better than we’ve ever been fucked before, that they have the biggest cocks we’ve ever felt, and to moan as if we’re loving every moment. It was part of the trade in customer service to pretend that we like them whether we do or not.

He was pretty okay. Above average in size, a little slow to respond, low on stamina, decent longevity, and he smelled like he’d showered last night. He was nothing to write home about, even if I could write or had a home to which I could write, but he was a highlight of my day; one of my better clients, for sure.

He pulled out, and some of his seed spattered out in ropes across my face. “Oh, crumbs,” he muttered. “Let me find something to wipe that up for you.”

I felt like a very lucky mare right then. Not only was he halfway decent at sex, he was also charming and sweet. His wife was a lucky mare. Why she would kick him out to sleep with somepony younger was beyond me, and definitely not my business.

What had been inside of me dripped out onto my face as my pussy began to return to its natural closed position. Some of it dropped onto my blindfold, but I tried to land most of it in my mouth. After all, if the client came back with a paper towel, having less of a mess to clean up would make him more likely to come back and employ our services again, and having returning customers was a good thing. Or so I’d been told...

“Is this the right room?” asked another voice from beyond the curtain. I heard the clink of a few curtain rings sliding aside, followed by “Oh, yes. It must be.”

Heavy hoofsteps approached. It was only one pair; a hippogriff? No, they had claws at the front, and they usually stepped lightly.

And then I felt a pair of hands on my arse, pulling my cheeks apart with a pair of huge thumbs. I should have guessed it was a minotaur.

“I brought some napkins!” said the stallion I had just been servicing. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t know your turnaround time was so fast…”

“You need somethin’, little boy?” grunted the minotaur. “Perhaps you want to see how a real man fucks a filthy whore?”

“N-no, I… I just, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to step back for just a minute? I wasn’t quite finished with her. I’ll only be a minute.”

The minotaur laughed. “I bet you will. Little bitch boy like you, I bet you’ll never last. Go on, little champagne popper, finish up.”

The stallion leaned down and wiped my face, doing a better job than most, but still filling my mouth with all the dried semen scale chipping off my face. “I’m sorry to have insulted you by soiling your face. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“Of course she will,” snorted the minotaur. “She don’t know who you are with that blindfold on. Plus, she’s a whore. She don’t care about her face being covered in cum.”

I knew better than to argue, but if I were being honest, they were both right. I liked the fact that the stallion was thoughtful enough to clean my face. It was one of the many things that was regularly afforded to the higher-tier whores around the place, who were allowed to wash themselves between clients. I had always hoped to make it to their level, but my master said I wasn’t skilled enough or pretty enough. They certainly were prettier than me.

On the other hoof, the minotaur was also right. If the stallion that had just wiped my face came back, I probably wouldn’t recognise him in a week’s time. Even though he’d been so kind as to wipe me down after, at the end of the day, I’d still be drenched head to hoof. If he wanted to fuck me again, I’d let him, but I also wouldn’t have a choice.

I let them finish their argument, and the stallion walked out, leaving me with the minotaur. He resumed right where he’d left off, squeezing and stretching my arse. He chuckled a bit to himself before slapping my flank, hard. “Bet you loved having him tend to you like that,” he snorted. “But I know what you need. All good whores love a good dicking. And you? You probably think you’re a good whore. And so, here’s a good dicking.”

He pressed his shaft into the crease of my flank. He felt massive already, so I braced myself. There was a good chance that this would be a difficult fit. If he had the stamina, I could be at this for awhile, and that would not only be painful, but it would diminish my returns, according to my master. It was hard to stay tight after a long session with something big.

He pressed his way into my arse. It took everything I had not to cry out as he shoved his way in. Not only was he girthy, but he was long, and I was almost certain something was going to tear.

Luckily for me, I still had two loads from earlier clients in my colon, so once he pulled back the first time, I was lubricated. Not properly, mind you, as it was just a flood of old cum kept at my body temperature, but I would rather have that than nothing.

He wasted no time, driving forward and pulling back out fairly rapidly. I was already aware that I was just a hole to fuck in his eyes, as his tirade to the stallion made perfectly clear. It didn’t matter if I was in pain, as long as he was feeling the pleasure. This same prospect was how we were trained to act. 

Thankfully for me, he didn’t last very long. Not due to his lack of stamina, but because I was about to be ejected from my pillory.

“You,” came the voice of my master, ringing from the doorway after the curtain was pulled back. “Out.”

“I don’t think so, Skippy,” snorted the minotaur. “You can wait your turn like everyone else.”

My master clapped his hooves, and three more sets of hooves entered the room. “You’ll not be charged for the time you’ve already spent. We’re not throwing you out. We’re taking your fuckhole upstairs.” He ripped a piece of paper from a pad. “Here’s a free pass into any other room when they open up.”

“Well, well…” The minotaur pulled out of me. “Looks like somepony snitched on ya, bitch. Maybe next time, don’t be such a cunt.” 

With one final slap across my flank, he wiped his dirty cock on my tail and walked out, leaving me with my master and the security detail.

“Unlock her and bring me the tip jar,” commanded my master. “I want her clean for tonight. I have something important to do. Send her up to my room when she’s clean.”

As the boards were unlocked, my body fell to the floor. I turned myself over onto my stomach and tried to stand up without removing my blindfold or gag. 

My master shook the jar. It sounded like it wasn’t very full. But I hadn’t serviced more than ten stallions so far today, so I knew it would be low. “Do you hear what you did wrong?” he asked me. I nodded in response. “Give her a good reminder of what she’s supposed to do before her shower.”

One of the security guards grabbed me by the mane and walked me out of the room. He didn’t pull very hard, as I lowered my head and walked beside and just behind him, as a slave should. 

“Do we really have to punish her, sir?” Asked one of the guards; one I’d not heard speak before.

“That depends,” replied the one guiding me. 

“On what?”

“Well, what he said was to “give her a reminder of what she’s supposed to do.” That’s not a very clear order, so we can “interpret” it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me show you when we reach the shower…”

I knew the route by now, having walked this path many times. Even blindfolded, I could make my way there. Three steps after the wood turns to metal grates then to tile, turn left. Thirty steps forward, then it’s on the right with a vertical handle.

Over another grate, and the tile went from cold to warm. I was brought forward to the benches, tripping over what felt like a bag. Soon, the guards stopped, and a kick lowered me to my knees. It wasn’t long before I felt a cock sliding through my ring gag.

“This is what whores are for,” explained the older guard as I began to suck and bob my head. “The reason these mares are here is because they did terrible things in their life that deemed them unfit to operate in normal society.”

“That’s not what I was asking,” clarified the new guard. “What I meant was, is it really her fault that the jar was empty?”

“She should be more active. Clients pay more for a girl that will move her hips. Plus, it draws in the clients better if you shake your arse; it puts them in the mood for fucking.”

“But… Her hips were bound, sir.”

I felt the guard’s hoof tighten around the back of my head as he forced me down a little bit further. Even without listening to the conversation, I could tell that he was irritated.

“Listen here, fresh meat: It’s your job to follow orders from the higher-ups. You’re the muscle, not the brains. It’s their job to do the thinkin’. And it’s her job to swallow cocks.”

As if to emphasize his point, he pushed me down all the way until my lower lip rubbed against his balls. He held me there, letting it fill my throat. He wasn’t cumming, just holding me down for effect. I did my best to please him with my tongue until I would be allowed to breathe again.

The new guy sighed. “Yes, sir…”

“Good. Glad that’s all sorted.” I felt a hoof strike across my shoulder. “Suck harder, bitch!”

I did as he commanded, working his dick as best I could. It wasn’t even a minute later that he drained his balls into my stomach. I coaxed out every pulse with my tongue, swallowing every drop, and staying down until he told me to come back up, or just pushed me away.

“Now it’s your turn.”

I turned my face in the direction from which the new guard’s voice just came. I even drooled a bit to make my mouth seem wet, slick, and inviting. I timed my breaths and made sure they came out slowly to accumulate enough steam to be visible, as a promise that it was warm in there. I wanted him to feel that I was a good whore, so that my punishment would be over quickly.

“I’m good for now.”

That was one of the worst things he could have said, though I don’t know if he’d realised it. One of the problems the elder guard had mentioned was that I wasn’t enticing enough stallions to come in and fuck me. The fact that this guard had a free pass to fuck my throat and wanted to stay away meant that I had to look like a fat cow by now.

“Oh, don’t be a prude. She’s not allowed to say no.”

“I think we should just finish up here and take her to the shower, sir.”

“What, are you gay or somethin’?”

“No, I…” he grunted out in frustration, then paused before coming back with a more calm voice. “We were also told to bring her up right away, were we not? I’d like to think that she’s been punished enough for the offense she committed, and we would be best suited bringing her up to the client’s room as soon as possible.”

“That wasn’t a client.”

“The boss, then.”

“Not the boss, either.”

“Whoever the fuck he is! He wants us to bring her up, and she still needs a shower.”

“Then what are ya waitin’ for?”

There was a pause. “Wait, what?”

I heard some smacking I couldn’t recognise, but given the fact that the hoof holding my mane was jostling around, I had to imagine the guard was moving around. 

“Go clean ‘er up. And if you feel that she’s tugging against you…” He smacked me hard against the back of my head. “She’s durable. Smack her around a bit.”

As control of my mane was transferred over, I stood back up. “Hank hou,” I said, a customary response after being retrained.

“Come on,” said the younger guard, pulling me into the shower. I followed along exactly, keeping quiet. I already knew he didn’t like me, and I didn’t want to make it worse. He was already irritated, and as a whore, it was my job to make him feel more comfortable. I just didn’t know how, other than following his orders.

He spent the first five minutes trying to figure out the nozzle controls with just one hoof, as he didn’t want to let go of my mane. I had seen multiple fixtures before with odd patterns, as the handles here were different from when I ran baths for my master. When he took me out in the city to accompany him, different places had different fixtures. I didn’t know how to use some of them, so I understood the guard’s confusion and muttering. He tried to call other guards in to help him, but the only one that replied just laughed at him.

I’d have helped him, of course, but he was already mad at me. If I turned on the water, he’d smack me for being a smart-arse and for implying that he was an idiot for not knowing how to work it. If I didn’t, he’d smack me for knowing that he was struggling and failing to do it for him sooner. Or, if I sat here and pretended not to know, he’d smack me for wasting his time. There was no way out of this, so I just waited and listened, like a good slave would.

Thankfully, one of the other girls approached. “Do you need help, sir?”

“Do you know how to turn the shower on?”

“Yes, sir. Here, let me help you, sir.”

A few seconds passed, and I felt my mane being released. A claw wrapped around my arm, directing my hoof up to one of the loops hanging from the ceiling. As one hoof went in, I felt its pull and moved my hoof to the adjacent one, putting my body vertical as I spread my legs. 

“It’s easier to scrub in this position, sir. Shall I scrub her for you, sir?”

“You don’t have to do that. And you don’t have to call me sir.”

“Of course we do, sir,” she answered.

“Just tell me how to turn the water on. I can handle it from there.”

“Of course, sir.”

A moment later, I felt the cold sting of frigid water gushing down my head and neck. My legs quivered and my muscles tensed up, but I quickly became accustomed to it. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” the guard said. “What was your name?”

“My ID number is two-four-seven-nine.”

“I meant your real name. Mine’s–”

“Are you almost done in there, new blood?!” shouted the older guard. “I thought you wanted to hurry up? You can talk to the whores later!”

“He’s right,” sighed the guard. “I need to finish up here. It was nice of you to help me, miss…”

“Glad to be of service, sir.”

I felt the bristles of the brush scraping against my chest, first. It was a firm bristle, meaning I was probably more soiled than I thought. Lighter levels of grime would be dealt with with a soft bristle brush or a rag, but the hard bristle brush still had its uses.

From my chest to my shoulders and along my front legs, he scrubbed, then rinsed me off. My mane came next, and he was thankfully kind enough to avoid my eyes, though he did scrape the insides of my ears. Then another rinse. With the ring gag in, my mouth was held open, and a few gobs of soap drained down into my mouth, which I promptly spat out.

“Damn it, I’m going to have to take those off and scrub again,” he sighed.

I held my legs open as he worked his way down my body. I was used to the pain between my legs coming from the stallion I was servicing, but not in this way. He was very aggressive with the brush, and I knew right then that I was going to be sore all night long.

When he had rinsed the soap off, and all that remained was my face, his hooves touched my clasps for only a second before yanking them back. “Fuck! That water’s freezing!”

He shut the water off again. Thinking the shower was done, and that he was just going to leave my face unwashed, I dropped down from the rings to the floor and curled up. I needed to regain some body heat, either just for myself or for the guard if he wanted me after I was clean. I was best as a warm hole for his dick, not a cold one.

I once again felt his hooves wrestling with my clasps, and then my ring gag came out.

“Thank you, s-sir,” I shivered.

“Why do you insist on calling me sir?”

“It’s p-policy, sir. We are to call our security “sir” when speaking to them. It helps us learn our place, sir.”

He sighed in frustration, then took off my blindfold.

“Thank you, sir.”

He rolled his eyes. “Do you know how to operate this showerhead?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you turn on the warm water?”

“How warm would you like it, sir?”

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with. Just make it not freezing.”

“Right away, sir.”

I turned the water to a lukewarm setting that wasn’t particularly freezing, but wouldn’t make it seem like I was using up all of the hot water. I was led to believe that hot water was more expensive than cold.

“Can you wash your own face?”

“I can, sir.”

“Do it.”

“Yes, sir.”

I picked up a rag from the basket of shower supplies he brought in with us, and a bar of soap. After lathering up the rag, I rubbed it all over my face with my hooves, trying to be just as rough as he was to remove the heavy soil that must have been there. I even made it a point to scrub the back of my head, where the equipment had been attached.

After a quick rinse, I turned to him once more. “Have I pleased you, sir?”

He sighed. “Sure, why not? We’ll say you did a satisfactory job, just… Let’s just go.”

He turned off the water and tossed everything into the shower basket, putting it back on the shelf. He then picked up my blindfold and gag and carried them out with him. 

The other guard was lying on a bench in the locker room, having his balls licked by another slave, a yak. “There you are. What took you so fucking long?”

“Nevermind that. Come on, we need to bring her upstairs.”

“Nice try.” The older guard tossed a towel at the younger one. “She’s still dripping.”

With yet another exasperated sigh, the guard unfolded the towel and began to dry me off. 

“Would you like me to do that for you, sir?” I asked.

“Shut up,” he growled. “I’m not in the mood to listen to you right now…”

Protocol initially dictated that I affirm his statement, but given the order to remain silent, I kept my mouth shut, spinning in place so as to better help him dry me off.

Once I was dry, the older guard kicked away the slave licking him and grabbed me by the mane. “Let’s go.”

Again, I knew the way, and managed to keep pace with the guards. We were stopped only once, by the boss, who asked why I was being handled by the mane. The guards told him that I was turning away customers, and he accepted it. While it was a lie, I couldn’t expect them to know that for certain.

We made it up to my master’s private suite, and I was tossed onto the floor.

“About time,” my master scowled at me. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I bowed, scrambling to my position. “It won’t happen again.”

“Enough of your lies,” he scoffed. “Come over here and service me while I sort this out. That mouth of yours is only good for one thing.”

“Yes, Master.”

I scooted my way under his table and took his cock into my mouth, slowly running my tongue around the tip. He paid me no mind as he focused on his paperwork. He had a lot of beige folders in front of him on the table, and most of them had blue tabs on them. I couldn’t read the words, because I never learned how, but I’d been here long enough to know what the blue tabs meant. My master was looking for a high-value whore.

“No,” he sighed, tossing the folder aside. As much as I’d like to help him find what he’s looking for, I couldn’t if I tried. Not only do I not know how to read, I don’t know what he’s looking for. “No…”

Instead, I focused in on the task he assigned me. I went down a bit lower, licking up the sides of his medial ring. I’d warmed back up by now, so I imagined it was sufficiently pleasant. At the very least, he wasn’t complaining about how cold my lips were.

“Maybe.” He tossed the file on top of a different pile, much shorter than the one he was rejecting. It saddened me to see how only a couple of mares would suit his needs, especially those of high value. I knew I wouldn’t meet the standards, being so poorly rated by my evaluator. My file, tucked away in a locked cabinet that I was not allowed to touch, was marked with a red tab, meaning I was of low value.

He rejected a few more, accepting only one other girl as a possibility. Most of the files had a picture attached to them, and a lot of the girls he had rejected were fairly nice. One had even offered to make me look beautiful, but I couldn’t keep it if I wanted to. I was allowed to have only what Master gave me, and he had told me that makeup was for decent whores to elevate themselves to better positions, and I had the wrong kind of face for it.

“There you are…”

I looked up at the file. I recognised the girl, but I didn’t know her name. Master had taken her to a few events, and she had been one of the main focuses while I was kept between Master’s legs. I did harbor some animosity toward her, as she had what I wanted, but I didn’t really dislike her. She wasn’t a bad pony, she was just prettier and better at her job than I was. Aside from my own inability, the big reason I hadn’t done anything to hinder her was because I really didn’t want to hurt her. That, and knocking her off her spot above me wouldn’t gain me any kind of boon.

“Alright, whore, hurry it up,” growled Master, setting the file aside to take another look at the maybes. “I have an important meeting to attend, and I refuse to let you blueball me before we leave.”

I pick up my pace, going down as far as I can, licking his balls, then slurping my way back up to run my tongue over the tip, then right back down again. Master was not a fan of edging, and wanted to be finished off when he said so, not an hour later.

Moments later, he tossed all but one of the files aside and grabbed me by the mane, forcing me down. “Stop bein’ lazy, you useless fuckhole!”

I endured, relaxing my neck as he thrusted up into it. After only a few pumps, he began to pulse, letting his seed run down into my stomach. I’d tried to control my gag reflex, but I still coughed a bit as he pulled out, swallowing as much as I could. “Thank you, Master…”

“Shut up and follow me.”

I did as I was told, following Master out into the hallway and downstairs. He found one of the guards and shoved the files into his hooves. 

“Prepare these two for a special event. It starts in an hour, so dress them up pretty.”

“What kind of event, sir?”

“A birthday party. It’s in a very public place, so I’ll handle the security on my own.”

“As you wish, sir. They’ll be out back in forty-five minutes.”

My master groaned in frustration, then sighed. “Fine. Good enough. I was hoping to leave early, but we’ll make it. Excuse me.”

As my master went back upstairs, I followed behind him. Part of me was hoping he didn’t take out his anger on me, but most of my thoughts were focused on ways I could relieve his frustration. A happy master would mean I would be rewarded, or at least not punished as much for the exchange that just happened.

He sat down at his table. “Bring me something to drink,” he demanded, grabbing a scroll and quill. “And hurry up.”

I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed him a cold beer, and rushed it back to him.

“Did I say beer?” he scowled. “Bring me something else!”

I returned the beer and brought back a strawberry seltzer. He grabbed it from my hoof and opened it, taking a long swig before scribbling out something on the scroll.

I lay down at his hooves, waiting for his next command. I didn’t move, listening to the scrawling of his quill, his quiet humming every so often as he stopped writing to think, and the soft clicking of the wall clock.

For several minutes, nothing happened, until I felt him kick me in the ribs. “Wake up!”

I immediately sat up, accidentally slamming my head against the table in the process. I hadn’t fallen asleep, but I knew better than to correct him.

“Go put on something decent. Just because you are a filthy cocksleeve doesn’t mean you have to look like one…”

I retreated silently to my master’s private slave quarters, a small room in his suite where I and two other slaves slept. There was a small wardrobe where we were allowed to have our outfits and personal belongings, but only the new or temporary additions had any personal belongings. Anything I’d ever been given by a client had to be reported to my master, and it was all confiscated as contraband.

I filtered through the outfits until I found one that I was sure my master enjoyed. It had been left here by one of the temporary slaves while her master was out of town, and she had said I’d look cute in it. It was a bit loose when I put it on, but all of my other clothes would just make me look fatter than I already was, and were uncomfortably tight, especially around my breasts. Master had asked me to put on something decent, and I’d rather he didn’t think I was too fat again. I was already down to half rations.

I returned to my master, jingling a bit as the straps and buckles were very loose on my body. I returned to my place near him and lowered myself to the floor. The metal clasps clacked against the wooden floor.

“I don’t want to hear that all night…”

I braced myself to be yelled at to go change into something else, but instead, he grabbed me and tightened a few of the straps. I was unaware that they even did that.

“If you behave yourself and keep quiet about tonight, I won’t have to punish you. Can you keep quiet?”

I didn’t answer. This was a trap, and I knew it. It was one I’d walked into a great many times. If I answered in the affirmative, I’d be punished for not being quiet. If I remained quiet, I’d be punished for not answering. I did trace my hoof across my lips, though, as I’ve seen two of the girls answer their masters like that to avoid punishment, and it worked for them.

“That’s not answering me.”

“I can be quiet, Master.”

“Can you? Because you just spoke out of line.”

I shut my mouth. I’d just fallen into the trap again, and a retribution would be coming my way soon. 

“That’s an extra hour on the rack.”

I lowered my head. I couldn’t outsmart my master.

We sat there for several minutes, just waiting. I couldn’t help but think that I’d be able to better serve my master if I’d stayed on the rack downstairs. I might have been able to extract some kind of tip from the minotaur, or perhaps I could have had some more customers. If I’d stayed until it was almost time to go, hurried through a shower and changed, perhaps my master would be happier with me. 

“Let’s go.”

As Master stood up and went downstairs, I followed. We made our way out back, through the locker rooms, the main dormitories, past the pisswagon and out into the alleyway. One of our security staff was hooking himself into the carriage as one of the girls my master had called for climbed in.

“Oi!” barked my master. “What do you think you’re doing? I said I could handle the security on my own.”

“It’s your father’s policy, sir. Just a precaution. He specifically called for all carriage driver positions to be interchangeable with security teams to help prevent incidents. It’s been an active order for the last ten months.”

“Right. Well, you can just drop us off and come back, then.”

“How are you going to return without a carriage, sir?”

I didn’t know if he had just outplayed my master, or if my master had just given up arguing, but he shook his head. “Just take us to 1128 North 8th Street. I’ll call you if I need you.”

“Very good, sir.”

We climbed into the carriage, with the other mare showing up a minute later before we took off. My Master sat on one side, while the girls sat on the other. I stayed on the floor, where I belonged. 

“So, what’s this job all about?” asked one of the girls, a pale blue unicorn with deep green eyes.

“What do you mean?” scoffed my master. “You satisfy the client sexually. What else do you need to know?”

“Well, it might be nice to know his name,” answered the other, an orange earth pony with blue eyes. “Or hers, whatever. We can call them by their name, and show them that we cared enough to figure out who they are.”

“You don’t need to do that,” my master waved. “Your lips would be more useful in cradling his balls.”

“So it’s one of those jobs…” the mares looked at each other knowingly. Whatever they were talking about, I wasn’t sure. I’d only ever been made to do this sort of job. I wasn’t even allowed to ask these kinds of questions. These truly were the best quality of mares, and they knew it.

“Yeah, and he wants you in bondage gear,” said my master. “If he takes out the gags, you can call him “daddy” or “master,” or some shit like that.”

“I just feel it’s a waste of our talents,” answered the unicorn. “Usually, I’m asked to do the whole “marefriend” schtick. If you wanted to have a tied-up piece of fuckmeat, there are other options. Cheaper options. You could probably even let the cutie on the floor do it.”

I felt my face flush. She called me a cutie. I knew she was lying, but it was nice to hear.

“Eh,” shrugged the earth pony. “I’m not into the whole “dessicated” look.”

“And I’m not into flabby mares,” shot my master right back. I instinctively lowered my head, as I don’t want to be kicked by a stray hoof. Luckily, no such kicks came my way.

“So what’s the skinny little hottie on the floor going to be doing?” asked the unicorn. “Or is she part of the ensemble, too? I doubt it, because you’ve put her on the floor, rather than letting her sit in one of the chairs.”

“She’ll be keeping me company while I watch,” answered my master. “She’s in training.”

“Still?” scoffed the unicorn. “Wasn’t she in training two years ago?”

I’d been in training for the last twelve years, actually. I had wondered previously if I would ever be out of training, but I did appreciate the fact that my master had enough faith in me to keep me in training rather than throw me out. I’d spent so long out of the street that I didn’t know if I’d be able to make it as a homeless mare again. 

“She’ll remain in training until she can learn to be pleasing.”

“And why haven’t you taught her that, yet?”

My master tossed three ring gags at me. I immediately secured one to myself, making sure it was nice and tight before moving on to the earth pony. 

“You’re a coward,” concluded the unicorn, holding her gag in front of her face. “Rather than answer my question as to why she’s not ready to leave training, you’d rather just shut me up. I see how it is.”

As soon as I had secured her ring gag and she was unable to talk, my master answered. “I do not answer to you. Do remember that I am the one who signs your performance review.”

I secured the inhibitor ring to her horn as she stuck out her tongue at my master. I admired her bravery, and was still chuffed that she called me cute. 

I had just finished securing their hooves when we came to a stop. Tossing the modesty cloaks over the other two girls and myself, I prepared to exit the carriage, and helped the other two into the supporting embrace of the driver and security guard. 

“Find a place to park nearby and rest up,” ordered my master. “We’re going to be awhile.”

My master took the unicorn by the hoof, who took the earth pony, who took me, the only one still unbound. Then again, I wasn’t for the customer, but for my master. He led us through the dining room of the restaurant he’d brought us to, then through the kitchens, and finally into the alleyway behind the building. It was quite a shock when he had us step into another carriage, which took off again.

The unicorn protested incoherently with the gag in her mouth. A second carriage meant that we were going to an insecure location, likely to visit a very lucrative client. My master said they always paid more, and that was worth the extra soreness I and the other girls would experience.

“I wouldn’t waste my energy complaining, if I were you,” teased my master. “We’re doing this whether you like it or not, so save your breath. It’ll make it easier to hold when you’re going down on the client.”

I could hear the unicorn growling. She wasn’t happy.

“Anyway, you have no right to complain. He picked you, specifically. If either of you has any right to complain, it’s your fat friend. She was selected by me to fill out the roster. You’d be here no matter what, but she’s here because she’s the cheapest one in the price range listed.”

Suddenly, the unicorn began to scream and shake. I was kicked, but it didn’t feel like it was out of anger. I’d been kicked a good many times in my life, and if she were angry, she’d be shoving her hoof with full flat force against my ribs, trying to cause me pain. Her hooves glanced loosely off of my shoulder, indicating more fear than anything else. I’d felt these kicks associated with the words “Please, no,” and “I don’t want to go,” several times in my service, but never from somepony so highly regarded.

When the carriage came to a stop, my master stepped on my back and twisted his hoof as I heard a smack. “Quiet down. We’re here.”

It wasn’t a guard that took us out of the carriage this time, but something with fingers. Not a gryphon or dragon, as their hands weren’t scaly, but their fingernails were very rough and sharp in places. I started to think it might have been another minotaur, but I wasn’t so sure. 

I could hear the girls flailing and struggling behind me as a hoof wrapped around the back of my neck. “Hurry up,” groaned my master. “Bring them inside, already!”

We went through a doorway, and then another as my hooves went from cracked concrete to a metal grate to carpet. Even for as bad as it was working in the brothel, the other girls at least kept the carpets clean. This was inexcusable. It wasn’t even autumn, and I was still crunching occasional dried leaves under my hooves.

“You’re almost an hour late,” came a slick, sinister voice. It almost sounded like a hiss. “Where’s my guard?”

“Out by the carriage, still,” answered my master. 

“Let’s see your face…” I felt claws dig into my scalp, and then my hood was ripped back, along with part of my mane. I was face-to-face with an orange and black abyssinian with a trio of parallel scars across his nose and left cheek. He yowled and bared his fangs at me. “This isn’t her!!”

“No, this one’s mine,” answered my master. “Your brute is bringing in the other two.”

“Two? I just needed the one girl!”

“Yeah, but you and she have a history. I can’t just sneak her out on her own, for the same reason I couldn’t just sneak you in. It has to look like a private event, or there’s an investigation launched right away. As it is, I can just claim that I took a wrong turn and ended up here by mistake, and it’ll just be a slap on the wrist.”

The door opened behind us, and in came the brute in question, carrying the unicorn over his shoulder and the earth pony under his other arm. “Here they are, boss.”

Now seeing the brute, I could safely conclude that he wouldn’t be allowed into the brothel. Diamond dogs had a tendency to be rowdy, unclean and unwilling to leave. They also had knots on their dicks that would bind them to the girls and significantly slow down the client turnover, or possibly injure the mare if they pulled out too quickly. I knew two other slaves that had lost teeth when a diamond dog had knotted their mouths and had to pull out before they suffocated. There were brothels for his kind, but the owner of ours had deemed them a health hazard, and had barred them from entry.

Once they were set down on the floor, the abyssinian walked up to the unicorn, grabbing her by the hood and yanking back. “There you are…”

Upon seeing him, the unicorn screamed and struggled to pull away, but the cat held tightly to her mane, smiling with his teeth exposed. There wasn’t a lot she could do, with her hooves bound to each other.

After a short while, he slapped her, and fairly hard, from the look of it. Were he not still holding her by the hood, she’d have been knocked to the floor. “We could have been together, you and I,” he said, yanking her head to look up at him. “I spent so much time caring for you. I paid to have you brought to my place, paid for all of our dates, took you everywhere you wanted to go. I even paid for your stupid guard to follow you around. When we went to dinner, I had to buy him a meal. At the movies, I had to pay for his ticket. I had to do so much, and you wouldn’t give to me what you had given everypony else.”

The unicorn panted through the gag, trying to say something, but failing to make any sense. 

“That was your excuse every time. You always said that you were sore from being fucked all day, and that’s why you wouldn’t sleep with me. You even admitted that I deserved it!”

I understood the next words she said. “I’m sorry.” I’d heard them come out of my own mouth while gagged plenty of times. I didn’t know anything about their history, but from what I could guess, he had been courting her. It was a great honour for this to happen to a slave, as it could potentially end their contract and make them free mares again. I wondered why this one had been a failure, as lack of sex couldn’t be the only reason.

“We could have had it all, you and I,” the cat continued. “A wealthy merchant like myself, and a beautiful mare to stand by my side… We could have been rich, happy, two kids and a dog… No offense.”

“None taken,” answered the diamond dog. “I don’t even know why having two kids is offensive.”

“But you had to go and ruin it. Did you ever even love me? Or was it all an excuse to take my money in exchange for nothing?”

The unicorn lowered her head. I don’t think there was any answer she could give that would satisfy him, whether gagged or not.

“And then, when I came in to find you with another stallion, taking his cock in your arse, something you assured me you hated doing, you had the nerve to have me ejected and banned from the building!”

Suddenly, I recognised the abyssinian. I’d seen him before. It had taken two guards to drag him out. He’d severely injured another guest and this mare with his claws. He’d even hurt one of the guards. His picture had been on the door for the last three months. If I could read, I might have even learned his name.

“I paid a lot of money for your touch, and spent a small fortune on the damages your company demanded. Too much money for services never rendered. You never even touched my dick in the thirty hours I paid for. That refusal ends now.”

With two clicks and a zip, his pants were down around his knees. I didn’t know why they even wore pants. Abyssinians, diamond dogs, pigmen and even some ponies wore pants, but most didn’t in my experience. Even before I started sucking dick for money, I would see countless stallions and mares with no clothes at all, or a hat at most. And when I went out on the town with Master, the ponies we saw were pantsless. Even the waiters at the restaurant, who were fancy enough to put on vests, would go without pants.

I had no idea why she had always refused to touch him. In my experience, the worst cocks were the big ones, because they didn’t always fit, and that usually meant that the stallion would push extra hard. He certainly wasn’t very big, so that couldn’t be it. I supposed it might have been his technique, but that thought quickly left my head. After all, if she’d never had sex with him, how could she tell? 

He slapped his barbed tip against her cheek, then buried her nose in his balls. “Take a good whiff, whore,” he snarled. “This is what you could have had every night.”

She refused at first, pulling away from him as much as her bound hooves would allow, but the diamond dog grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her back down onto the filthy carpet. “You’re not going anywhere, pony cockslave!”

“Thank you, Brutus.”

“Boss, my name isn’t–”

“I know,” scowled the cat. “I have her from here. You can fuck the other one while you wait.”

“And that’s your cue,” said my master, turning me around and shoving his dick in my face. “If you can’t finish me off in two minutes, it’s going in your arse.”

I immediately started kissing and licking as best as I could through the gag. My master’s definition of two minutes was half the time stated by the quartermaster, and a tenth the time given by some of my customers. On top of that, he wasn’t hard enough to be able to push through my gag and into my throat. He’d just slip out again.

Not that any of that mattered, anyway. If Master wanted to fuck my arse, he could, whether I did a good job sucking his dick or not. Still, I would try to please my master, so if he wanted his dick sucked, then sucking it is what I would do.

I barely made two bobs before he pulled me off and tossed me to the floor. The carpet was very sticky and smelled like mold. As my hoof scraped across it, part of it came up, revealing a bright red carpet under the gunk. It might actually have been a nice carpet at one point, but it was so caked in dirt right now that I had forgotten that I was inside of a building. The leaves rustling in the wind didn’t help with that, either.

As Master’s cock went up my arse, I was once again allowed to look forward. The cat had scratched the unicorn’s face, leaving three cuts to mirror his own, though it was only a light scrape for now, and he was holding her down on his cock, his claws on her chin and horn as she struggled to pull back. Her cloak, now shredded and torn, hung loosely on her body. Several places looked to be cleanly cut, while other spots had frayed edges, as if torn.

“Oy!” called my master. “That cloak isn’t cheap, you know! You’ll have to pay extra for that!”

“A small price for such a pleasure,” hissed the cat, his eyes not leaving the unicorn’s face as he ripped the last of the cloak from her and tossed it to the floor. “If she wants to parade around her cunt and invite every cock in the world to fuck her hard, then she needs no cover. Such is the way of the fetid slut.” Upon saying the word “slut,” the back of his hand struck her face hard enough to knock her off balance.

But it was the earth pony I felt sorry for. I had felt the claws of the diamond dog guard when he’d grabbed us all out of the carriage, and they were unpleasant when wrapped around my wrist. I could only imagine how terrible it must have felt to have two of them hammering into my pussy, being licked clean, then drilled back in. Even worse, being held upside down with a dangly pair of balls smacking me in the face would be terrible. I did not envy her, but I did wish her some amount of luck. It looked painful, but I didn’t see any blood yet.

“Ahem.”

I turned my head, and standing in the door was a pigman. They weren’t allowed in the brothel, either, because they had a reputation for terrible hygiene. Judging by the look of this one, that rumor was entirely correct.

“My, my, what have we here?” he smirked.

“Brutus, fetch!”

As the diamond dog threw down the earth pony, the pig pulled out a short spear, almost stabbing the dog. “I’m no fool,” he chuckled. “I’m not here to fight you for your girlfriends.”

“Whores,” corrected the abyssinian.

“Whores,” nodded the pigman. “But tell me, why should I not have you thrown out of my home, hm?”

“This is an abandoned building!” insisted the cat.

“It’s called “squatter’s rights!”” insisted the pig right back. “I would be well within them to kill the lot of you and take your merchandise.” He looked right at me and licked his tusks. “I could use a good whore…”

“Take care of this,” the abyssinian groaned to my master. “You were supposed to make everything secure.”

“You brought the guard!” insisted my master.

“You brought more whores than I could deal with. Without my guard, whom I paid for, we wouldn’t be able to handle all of these girls at once. Plus, you were an hour late! You have all the money I paid in advance; bribe him.”

I don’t know if my master had spent all of the money, or just didn’t have it on him, but he didn’t even reach for his wallet. “Can I interest you in a session with one of my whores? Will that keep your mouth shut?”

The pigman nodded and smirked. “All you had to offer.”

“Great. You can have that one.”

My master pointed to the one that the diamond dog had dropped on her head, not a moment before she yelped in pain as his knot slid into her for the first time. Her cloak had been removed sometime while I hadn’t been looking, and was draped over a broken arm of a torn-up couch.

“She seems to be stuck,” observed the pig. “Try again.”

“He can’t have this one,” answered the cat. “She and I have some unfinished business…”

My master sighed, then grabbed me by the mane and tossed me toward the pig. “Try this one…”

The pigman sneered at me. “She’s filthy. And she looks malnourished. She’d have to be really good to make me want something so skinny. How good is she?”

My master sighed. “At the Red Star Brothel and Bar, our slogan is that “The Customer Cums First.” That means you always leave feeling satisfied. Our whores are the best, and I wouldn’t dare offer you a session if I felt that her work was sub-par.”

“Oh, yes you would,” answered the pig. “She’s your last choice, isn’t she?”

“She’s good at what she does,” answered my master. 

Quite frankly, I was shocked. I’d never received such a glowing recommendation from my master. From customers, sure, but never from him.

“Prove it.”

My master looked around, then dragged me across the floor,  ripping off my gag and dropping me in a corner. “Watch as she eats that lump of dog shit.”

I looked down in front of me. There was indeed a lump of dog shit between my hooves. It was old and dried, and had a thin layer of dust over the top of it. I looked up at both my master, as well as the pig, then over to the cat and dog duo. While they didn’t care about what was going on with me, the pig was scrutinizing me to see what I would do, and my master scowled because I hadn’t done what he’d asked. No one was objecting in my defense.

I reached down and took it in my teeth. A lot of it crumbled as I bit down, but then I felt a pop, and a liquid oozed across part of my mouth as something wriggled into my cheek. I looked down into the pile, and there were tiny worms in the pile, likely part of the reason it had disintegrated. 

I knew the longer it sat in my mouth, the more likely it was that I’d vomit it back up, so I chewed quickly and swallowed, then looked up at my master, as well as the pig, holding my mouth open for inspection. 

“Very interesting,” noted the pig with a smile. “I may have a good use for you, yet. Come with me.”

“She has to stay where I can see her,” interjected my master. “For security reasons.”

“Then you come, too.”

“I have to watch the other whores, too.”

“So bring everyone,” snorted the pig. “I’m taking my whore back to my apartment. You and your friends can come, too.”

“We’re not friends,” yowled the cat.

“Just grab her and follow me,” sighed my master.

“Brutus, come…”

“Way ahead of you, boss,” moaned the diamond dog. 

I hopped up from my knees to my hooves, following the pig with my head down. The cat followed behind me, kicking the unicorn, her hooves still bound, as they went. That wasn’t nearly as bad as the earth pony, who was knotted on one end while the other end was held by the mane in the diamond dog’s claws. At least she was being carried to help circumvent her bound hooves. My master walked at the back of the group, watching and grumbling to himself.

The pig shoved something into the door. It wasn’t nearly as small as the keys I’d ever seen, being the size of a coat hanger, and made of some sort of sheet plastic, but it opened the door. We all filed in, and he lowered the door bar behind us. It was sort of a one-way lock, keeping everypony else out, but anyone not bound could just lift up the broom and leave from the inside.

“Don’t wreck my couch,” said the pig. “Or do. I was thinking about trying to find another room; this one’s starting to reek.”

I could smell it right away, but knew better than to say anything. The sewage line had broken, or somepony had forgotten to clean out the pisswagon. The stench was familiar to me, though I didn’t see any evidence to explain why.

The diamond dog stepped on the earth mare’s shoulder, pinning her to the ground as he tried to pull his cock free. By the stretching I could see and the whimpering I could hear, it seemed to be very painful. I’d taken one before, and there was no pulling. I just sat there for two hours while the diamond dog had slept on top of me before it just sort of slipped out.

But it wasn’t my place to tell them how to uncouple themselves. As the cat pinned the unicorn to the wall by her neck, the pig grabbed me and pulled me into the next room over, the bathroom.

The smell was much stronger in here, and the reason for that was made very clear right away. The toilet was clogged, and had been for awhile. The fecal deposits had built up so much over time that they were spilling over the edge. Flies were buzzing around the pile, likely with a nest of maggots growing up inside of it.

“As you can see,” stated the pig, “The toilet is broken. For the past couple of days, I’ve been pissing down the sink drain. But today, I found a better place.”

I looked up at him, expecting him to continue.

Rather than explain, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “Open up.”

He needed say no more. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. When he said that he’d found a better place to piss, he had been referring to me.

He rested his tip on my tongue as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Immediately, I could taste that he’d not bathed in a long time. I had to wonder if all pigmen tasted like this, which would account for why they were not allowed in the club, or if he was a notable example of why, but I knew that I could not possibly stomach this every day.

His urine came first in a dribble down my tongue. It was sour; more so than most. I wondered if it was because of the grime, his diet, or just because he was a pigman, but it tasted like someone had mixed normal piss with expired milk. 

After a few seconds, he let his stream flow with more pressure. The first burst went up my nose, but then it evened out, splashing against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed it down as it filled my cheeks, trying to keep pace so as not to spill any. It wasn’t that I wanted not to spill any, but I presumed that the same punishment I always received would be given if I failed. 

When it came down to the last few drops, he smacked my cheek. I started to reposition myself, but he pushed me back down. “Not done, but I need you to listen.”

I opened my eyes and returned to my position.

“Do not swallow this one. Hold it in your mouth until I tell you.”

I nodded lightly. I understood.

“Here it comes.”

As he filled my mouth, I held it there, not swallowing at all. The taste only worsened as it sat. He had me wait there for what felt like several minutes, tasting and smelling the filth.

“Gargle it.”

I took a deep breath through my nose, and started to push it back out from my mouth. The bubbles popped and splashed the piss all over my face. 

“Oy! No! Slower…” he commanded. “Don’t spill it.”

I began to exhale slower, with smaller bubbles. Less of it left my mouth, but it suddenly began to smell even worse.

“Good…”

I continued to gargle for a long time, to the point where I was about to vomit. I think he could tell, too.

“Okay, stop.”

I stopped and held it once again. It was foamy and frothy on the corners of my lips.

“Close your mouth and swish it through your teeth.”

I did as I was ordered. I was almost crying because of how terrible it tasted. For once, I’d have been glad to swallow, as I’d never known piss to taste this foul before. It was always rancid, but it was never this bad. All of the years I had spent growing accustomed to the taste were undone by the frothing bubbles that were forming as the fluid rushed through my mouth.

“Now you may swallow.”

I’d never swallowed so fast before. “Thank you, sir,” I sputtered, and I truly did mean it this time. The euphoria I felt from being free of that torture was so wonderful that I felt I could pass out right there on the dirty linoleum.

“You’re quite a bit more durable than I would have expected,” smirked the pig. “I have to wonder if you’ve done this before.”

“I am to do as you command, sir,” I answered back, trying to catch my breath.

“Now, I’m not in here for no reason,” he smirked.

I looked up and saw that he’d tossed his clothes aside. I had been so focused on my task that I hadn’t noticed that he’d entirely disrobed and sat down in the tub. It took me a moment to register due to how dark it was, but he had left his clothes draped over what was left of the sink. I removed my robe and added it to the pile.

I moved over to the tub and turned the handle. Nothing came from the spigot. This tap was the same as Master’s private bathroom, so I knew something should be coming out. I tried the other handle, and nothing happened.

“The water’s been shut off,” explained the pigman. “That means there’s no water.”

“Is there something I can use to bathe you, sir?” I asked, certain that I wouldn’t like the answer.

“You have a tongue, don’t you?”

I tried to hide my shiver. I had known it would come to this.

Taking and regretting a deep breath, I leaned over the tub and picked up his left hand. With all the sensuality I could muster, I sucked and licked his fingers until I couldn’t taste anymore salty sweat. I could feel the grit as the dirt ran across my tongue and down my throat. It wasn’t as bad as his piss, but it was more unsettling. I knew there was no water, so he hadn’t washed his hands. What if he’d picked up something that was harmful if swallowed? I had been a toilet slave for a long time, so I was more acclimated to this than most, but I was still just a mare.

From the look on his face and the swelling of his cock, I could tell that he was enjoying this treatment. I dreaded coming to those places, but not quite as much as his feet. There was a muddy crust covering those, or rather, I was hoping it was mud. 

From the fingers, I went to the palm, then the wrist, and up to the elbow, where I had to stop. “What is it?” The pigman asked. 

“My thongue went dwy, thir,” I answered.

He waved me closer, then opened my mouth by squeezing either side of my jaw. After a gargling snort, he spat a big gob of saliva and mucous into my mouth. “Ain’t dry no more. Keep going.”

“Yeth, thir, thank you, thir…”

I tried not to think too hard about what I was doing, but that became exceptionally difficult as I reached his armpit. The thick, wiry hairs kept ending up stuck between my teeth, which was almost preferable, as it allowed me to reach deeper with a bit more ease, and I could clean faster. 

Adding to the more preferable things, I started to hear screaming in the other room as the unicorn begged the cat to stop. I couldn’t see what was going on out there, and I didn’t wish her any harm, but focusing on her shouting did help me to lose a bit of myself and take my mind off of my task. 

The pig spat in my mouth again, and I thanked him again before moving to his chest. Just beneath his breasts, there was a hard line of sweat that tasted bitter, rather than salty. It was possible that it wasn’t sweat, but rather, the growths that stem from not cleaning up. Perhaps some mold, or just mildew. Whatever the case, it disgusted me more than his armpit had.

After that, of course, his neck, then his other arm, starting once again with his fingers. As I was sucking on his right hand, he opted to reach his fingers as deep into my mouth as possible. I didn’t quite choke, as my gag reflex had been properly trained. I did have some trouble, however, as he used his other hand to grab me by the cunt and shoved his fingers inside of there. At least they were clean…

With a yelp, the screaming from the main room stopped. I listened closely, and a whimper followed, so I knew she was still breathing, but I began to fear for her life. I knew private events like this could end in injury, I hadn’t seen any of the girls die yet. A few customers, sure, and even a security guard, once, but never a slave.

I continued to lick him, periodically accepting spit from him as I went. He did kick his feet against the rim of the tub to dislodge some of the dirt, for which I was thankful, but I still had to taste it when I ran my tongue between his toes, sucking on and pretending to try and swallow every digit.

He must have done a lot of walking. The soles of his feet were very rough, covered in corns and calluses, and every crack in the skin was filled with grime of some description. It wasn’t all the same grime, but little pockets here and there.

I moved up his legs, where there was less dirt and more sweat. Above his knees and below his chest, I had to actually lean into the tub, rather than sitting beside it. I kept going, regardless, until I finally came to his balls. The stench was beyond anything I’d ever imagined, and I could feel the burning sensation in my nose. This was going to be hard to swallow.

With one more gob of his spit in my mouth, I lowered myself down and took one of his testicles into my mouth. I was certainly capable of fitting both at once, but I couldn’t handle the taste. It was awful, even at just one. No way could I take them both at once.

As I ran my tongue all over his balls, I could feel his erection begin to slip out. At first, it tried to go up my nose, but I managed to deflect it without looking like I was deflecting it. Then it crept across my right eye, making me close it as the shaft continued to slide across my forehead. 

As I shifted to the other spheroid, I had to admit that I was glad. Having him fully extended like this was an incredible boon for when I had to clean that, next. Having to slowly pull it out and cause it to swell was the longest part of that process, and it was always nice to skip it. 

Dragging my tongue up to his tip and taking it into my mouth, I rescinded my earlier objections. Despite how I had felt about it before, his cock was surprisingly clean. Granted, it was still dirty, but that was in comparison to a normal cock. In comparison to the rest of his body, this could be considered pristine. Then again, it spent all day tucked up inside of his body, only coming out when he had to piss.

Whether it was the sudden burst of relative cleanliness or the fact that sucking dick was about twenty percent of what I did, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. For the moment, I was comfortable, bobbing my head up and down on his penis, slurping up what I could and going nice and deep. He was very narrow, but also very long, with a nice corkscrew shape that I hadn’t noticed before.

I wondered what that was for. The diamond dog had a strange penis shape, sure, but that knot would lock him to his mate and not let go. The cat had barbs, but that could either be to enhance the pleasure of the female, scrape out prior loads, or to fan out and latch on like the dog. I couldn’t imagine what would garner this twisted shape, other than female pigs having a vagina to match. In any case, I did not.

Still, it was a huge wave of comfort to just be sucking a cock again. It didn’t feel like I was being punished anymore, just doing my job as intended. This was something I could do, and feeling the muscles twitch in his thighs and moans stemming from his throat told me I was doing a good enough job. I knew I wasn’t great, but to be back in my element and comfort zone was a good feeling; one that I was glad to pay forward to my client.

Alas, it all passed too quickly, and it wasn’t long before he held my head down and came down my throat. He was thin enough that I had little issue swallowing the whole thing without my teeth ever coming into contact with him, something a new trainee would find difficult. 

“That was good, slut,” he said, letting me up.

“Thank you, thir,” I answered. “I am pleathed to therve you.”

“But, you missed a spot.”

My eyes went wide. I couldn’t believe I had turned this in as a job half done. What had I missed?

He was quick to show me. Hooking his ankles onto the corners of the tub, he lifted himself up into the air. 

His arse was one of the worst I’d ever seen, and I’d seen quite a few. Were we back at the brothel, It would be my pleasure to scrub him clean twice over, suck his dick and let him drill me as hard as he wanted. But we were here, where there was no water. I would have to wipe his arse clean with my tongue.

With a hard swallow and a deep breath, through my mouth this time, I went in. A lot of it was dried-on and crusty, and by simply nudging it with my nose, a lot of it fell off. I kept chipping away at it like this for a few minutes, until all the dried-on stuff was gone, leaving just the goop moistened with sweat, or so I hoped.

Then I started to scrape it with my teeth. At first, I was spitting it back out, but the pig was having none of that.

“Chew and swallow,” he commanded. “When I lower myself back into the tub, I’m going to end up right back in that. Do you really want to drag all of that out even further?”

He was right, of course. I’d already eaten so much of it from around his feet, and from in the lobby before. All in all, it was an extra ration for the day, and I’d normally be pleased for the extra food, were it not for the foul stench of it. Perhaps this was how the other slaves kept from being hungry all the time?

I began to chew and swallow as directed. The dried-on crust had a hefty crunch to it, and sometimes, I would even be graced by a whole kernel of corn. I latched onto every one of those, as they were the most enjoyable part of this whole ordeal. Still sealed and fully formed, there was everything to like about corn.

Once all of the dried crumbs were gone, it was time to clean up the goop. Little nuggets were caught in the folds of his skin, wrapped up and smoothed into balls by way of his sweat. Some were also stuck to his arse hair, which was quite an issue to deal with, but I already had hairs stuck between my teeth. 

Every crease, every wrinkle, every little glob, I made sure was clean, going over it again and again. To be absolutely certain, I shoved my tongue up his arse as far as it would go. I wasn’t taking any chances.

Of course, this led to some of his farts landing right on my tongue. The gases had my head swimming, and I could swear my vision was starting to blur, but I had to carry on. There was nothing after this, and perhaps I could take a break. Maybe he’d even return me to my master.

I ended by licking his balls again. They weren’t nearly as bad, this time, mostly tasting like my own saliva, mixed with his. 

“Good work,” he said, running his hands across his arse cheeks. “I haven’t been this smooth in months. Take a few moments to compose yourself, and we’ll resume.”

That was a bad sign. To resume meant that he wasn’t done with me. I could only imagine what horrible things he had in store for me. With how today was going, he could ask all kinds of things, and I was stuck with him until one of us passed out, and if it was me, perhaps even longer.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed. The distress from the gases I’d breathed in combined with the great upheaval in my stomach both hit at once, and my hooves flew to the toilet. Immediately, I began to vomit into the filthy pool, the contents of my stomach not changing the colour or consistency of the muck therein. It had started as a puddle of piss and shit mixed together, and so it stayed, with just a fresh coat and a few maggots, still somehow squirming around, plastered on top.

I instinctively reached for the lever that flushed the toilet, but nothing happened when I pulled it. “Didn’t I tell ya?” asked the pig as he stood up. “Plumbing’s gone bust.”

I nodded. I was supposed to answer “Yes, sir,” but I couldn’t form the words. I’d been in here too long, and the fumes were starting to have an effect on me.

“Tired?”

I nodded again.

“Let me help you with that.”

Grabbing me by the back of the head, he mashed my face into the pool. Immediately, I began to panic. I hadn’t been expecting him to do that, and I could have drowned. However, he didn’t hold me down for more than a few seconds, and I was quickly able to pull my head back up. 

“See?” he chuckled at me. “I bet you’re feeling awake and alert now, with adrenaline coursing through you like crazy.”

I did have to admit, he wasn’t wrong. All of a sudden, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn’t help but see that the room wasn’t spinning anymore.

He mashed something against my face, and in the dim light, I could just make out the cloak I had worn in, now stained with the shit that covered my face. There was nothing I could do to preserve the fabric now, so I wiped the rest of my face clean and hung it over my shoulder, following the pig out of the bathroom.

Things had changed since I’d entered. The earth pony that had been in the care of the diamond dog was now covered in scratches. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gritted her teeth. She looked like she was holding back more tears than she was letting go of, but the amount streaming down her face was quite a bit.

She looked at me and whimpered, and I lowered my head. Undoubtedly, she had endured as much as I had, although I may have preferred her treatment to mine. If she were to ask me to trade places with her, I would without a second thought. But this wasn’t about our preferred jobs. This was about pleasing the one who had selected us. At least her shackles had come completely off by now.

The one faring the worst, to nopony’s great surprise, was the unicorn. She was very badly scratched up. Unlike the claws of the diamond dog, which were rough and jagged, with several light scratches crossing the earth pony’s body with whatever direction he opted to pull her, the cat’s claws were sharp, slicing the unicorn’s skin with precision and deliberate intent. This was made very apparent, as four big letters were carved into her abdomen. It wasn’t deep enough to cause any life-altering damage, other than the scar it would inevitably heal into. If I had to guess, he wasn’t trying to kill her, just make her life so bad that she wanted to die.

That thought was contradicted by the fact that he was sitting on her face, his claws at her throat as her legs kicked aimlessly, unable to reach him no matter how she tried. At least her back hooves were unhooked. “You want to breathe?” he sneered. “Give me the rimjob I’ve deserved since day one, and I’ll stand up for a few seconds.”

My master was standing against the wall, scowling at me. Immediately, I knew I’d failed him, as he had a multitude of scowls, and this one was his way of telling me how disappointed he was in me. I wasn’t sure exactly why, as I could think of three reasons, but it was safe to presume that I would be facing punishment when we made it back to the brothel.

I followed the pig into the kitchen. Rather, what could be called a kitchen. There was a table with a bunch of bricks on it that had been arranged into a makeshift range top. A tuna can had been stuffed with cardboard and filled with wax, and four tea candles were placed around it to make a square. All of this was underneath a ceramic dinner plate with lots of char marks on the bottom with holes drilled into it.

He lit just the outer candles and pulled the top off of an unmarked metal can, which he placed on top of the cardboard candle after removing the plate. The can had been marked, but while I wasn’t looking, he’d pulled off the paper. I considered that to be a smart move, as the paper label on the outside of the can, I assumed, was flammable. With the flames from the big candle licking the sides of the can, the paper would catch before too long.

I took a look at the inside of the can, and it was just some brown liquid. I wasn’t sure what it was, or if the brown colouration was due to the poor lighting, but it smelled fantastic. 

I couldn’t say what it was about that can, but the scent of it really drew me in. Maybe it was the fact that I’d just eaten shit and drank piss. Anything would taste good after that. Maybe it was the fact that it was seasoned better than the rations I regularly ate. Master’s food always smelled so good from under the table. I opted instead to go for the third option: Everything I had eaten today had just been voided into the toilet, and my stomach was crying out for something, anything to eat, and a combination of the other two reasons made it decide that I wanted that can.

Alas, slaves were not to just grab whatever they wanted, simply because they wanted it. We weren’t even allowed to ask. I could only have what was in that can if it was offered to me. There was very little we were allowed to do without permission, and it all tied in to self-preservation. That did not extend to food, as we were allowed a ration set by our masters, and denial of that was one of the few punishments that did not require quartermaster approval.

Soon, bubbles began to rise to the top, popping as they came. The aroma was even stronger now, and I had to stop myself from drooling at the thought of it. My eyes never left the can as the pig removed it from the fire, which he smothered with a ceramic bowl overturned on top of it. Grabbing a spoon from the countertop, he made his way back over to the couch and flopped down, wrapping the can in a towel while he beckoned me over. I was glad to follow my nose. Maybe he’d offer me a spoonful of whatever it was.

“You can suck me off again while I eat.”

The cat looked up from throat-fucking the unicorn. “You already came?”

“Three times, boss,” answered The diamond dog, pushing the earth pony down onto his knot again. “Five, now…”

I wasn’t sure if the diamond dog had just experienced two at once, was lying, had misspoke, or was just stupid, and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. How many times he’d cum wasn’t the matter at hoof. He had her for the whole night, or until the cat was done torturing the unicorn.

I wrapped my lips around the pig’s cock and swallowed it all. I wasn’t trying to hurry and clean him this time to remove myself from the scenario of having to eat his shit. I was more level-headed now, and my mind was as clear as my purpose. I had to make it clear that I was a good whore who deserved the extra treat he had in the can.

“Mmmh… Much better. See how good it can be when you stop resisting?”

I nodded in conjunction with my bobbing to give him a better feel of my throat. I had not thought that I had been resisting before, but if he said I had been, I guess he would know. 

It did upset me that he’d said it, though. I tried my hardest to be accommodating to his will, and although I had been apprehensive, I had done as he had commanded. In addition to this, my master was standing in the same room, and to hear that I had been resisting at all, even by accident, would not sit well with him. 

A less experienced mare would note that, since I was already in deep shit for all of the mistakes I’d made tonight, I may as well cut my losses and bow out now, but I knew better. To accidentally disobey, or to make a mistake, would lead to some small punishment. For my failings, I could take up to two dozen lashes and still be able to work tomorrow. If I were to wilfully disobey, my next week would be swallowing piss and being throat-fucked while having my nipples clamped to a battery. In all honesty, I’d rather fuck up again for another five lashes than try to run. 

As I came back up to run my tongue around the tip, or rather, as the tip tried to wrap around my tongue, I could hear the unicorn gasping and gargling. Out of curiosity, I turned my eyes just in time to see her face hit the floor. She looked up at me, begging for something with her eyes. I could only guess she was seeking some kind of reprieve.

“Hey, maybe don’t kill her,” came the voice of the pig. “This building is condemned. Unfit to live in. That’s why nopony ever comes in here. If she dies in here, the guards come sniffing, and I lose my home.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” snarled the cat.

“Then let me make it clear,” growled the pig, standing up and holding my head firmly against his crotch. “I’m overlooking everything that goes on here tonight. If the guards show up, I lose my pad. Who do you think I’m going to point back to when that happens, hm?” He sat back down. “Rape her, torture her, I don’t care. But don’t kill her, here.”

“Tough talk for a pig with no weapon,” hissed the cat.

As if in response, the pig pulled something metal out of the couch and held it just beside my head. I couldn’t quite make out what it was, but I lifted my hips and spread my legs, swallowing so much pig dick that I could, and did, lick his balls. I didn’t want a fight, and the only thing I could do to prevent it would be to offer myself up as a more peaceful thing to do together. I even reached back and spread my pussy lips.

Luckily, the weapon was lowered, and nopony was hurt, except for the mares, and we didn’t matter as much as the clients or my master. Besides, I, at least, was used to it by now.

For a few minutes, the room was filled with the sound of gentle moaning and soft whimpering. Then a soft cry of pain and a few splatters as the diamond dog yanked his knot out of the earth pony. He lowered her to the ground, and she dutifully licked him clean, whining quietly as she went.

As the pig pulled me off of his dick, I looked up at him, trying to put on my most seductive gaze. A single bean drifted down his face, a bit of brown sauce following it. “Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. I hopped up and sat down on his lap, using my hoof to make sure he stayed hard. “You want this?” he smirked, pointing to the bean.

“If you would offer it to me, sir,” I answered, trying to keep from seeming too eager.

“Give me your arse, and you can have it.”

Such a reasonable request. I usually had to take bigger up the arse with no promise of food after, and at events like this one, usually, I’d just be slapped and fucked, regardless. Sometimes, even beaten. 

“Yes, sir,” I replied, “of course, sir.”

“Also, you’ll have to lick it off.”

“Very good, sir.” After situating his cock in my arse, I began to bounce my hips up and down. I had to at least make it seem like his pleasure was my first priority before licking up that bean. 

Of course, I did eventually make it around to licking it up, and it tasted divine. I could hardly imagine something being more pleasant than this singular baked bean. It was, by far, the best thing I’d eaten in a month, though I would never admit that to my clients nor my master. My master would beat me for inferring that the customers treat me better than he does, and to my clients, their specific cock is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, ever. But this single baked bean was truly the best thing I’d had in my mouth in a long time. 

That moment was ruined seconds later, as nice as it had been. As my tongue touched his lips, the pig held my head against his face, digging his tongue around inside my mouth. It wasn’t as bad as his arse was, but it was still very unpleasant.

I could still taste his dinner on his teeth, and that made things a little better. My tongue had already been in his arse, so it wasn’t really a step down. If anything, I could focus on that, and find some amount of enjoyment.

I ran my hooves all over his body with every kiss. This was a common tactic to make our clients feel more attractive, and with him kissing me, it was safe to guess that he wanted to have a real “marefriend experience.”

He didn’t last much longer, cumming hard in my arse. Or, what I assume was hard for him. This would be his second shot of the night, and that’s usually when most stallions would peak. Gryphons usually would hit hardest on their fourth, but still not very hard. I would guess that this was his peak, but in the event that he had more, I was ready to take it.

“Alright,” he sighed. “Go on and clean me up…”

“Yes, sir,” I answered, separating from him and returning to the floor, licking his cum off of his dick. It tasted like my own arse, sure, but I cleaned it regularly. There was little wrong with that. It wasn’t long at all before he was clean.

“I think you’re about done for the night,” nodded the pig.

“Finally,” groaned my master.

“I just have one last task for you before I go to bed.” He pulled up his left knee. “Rimjob.”

“Of course,” I smiled. Not that I wanted to be reminded of how bad his arse was, but at least it would be better this time than last time. The dried-on lumps of crap were gone, and all that remained was fresh sweat and whatever grime had grown on the couch cushion. Granted, I didn’t have faith in the cushion, but it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been; of that, I was sure.

It started out as a standard rimming. I pressed my lips to his anus and slipped my tongue inside. That was where it took a sharp left turn, as he wrapped his leg around the back of my head and held me down.

The hot slurry that flowed into my mouth in the next few seconds was terrible. I’d eaten his shit less than an hour ago, but when it was fresh, it was even worse, if that could even be imagined. It wasn’t dry; it wasn’t even solid. There were solid chunks in it, but for the most part, it was roughly the consistency of what I had vomited up. 

I knew there was no accounting for what any particular client wanted to do with us, but he’d been so kind to me just moments before, offering me food. Now he was shooting diarrhea into my mouth, and holding me down as he did so.

Some of it shot out of my nose and ran down his arse cheeks. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but the rollercoaster of emotions I’d felt today were making it difficult. I just wanted the night to end so I could go home. I could go back to work and maybe complete the day before passing out; there was no way I would be able to sleep tonight.

There was a brief pause, and I took a moment to chew up what I couldn’t swallow whole. Most of the chunks were small, but the larger ones I had to stop with my tongue. I only managed a few mashes and a swallow before it started up again.

About halfway through the second burst, it felt like there was an explosion in my mouth. It blew my lips aside, splattering his thighs and my face in liquid shit. 

It took a couple of seconds for me to figure out what it was, but as a second explosion launched a solid lump into my throat, I knew. It was a fart. A bubble of gas inside of his colon that had escaped with everything else. 

Finally, it stopped, and his leg let go of my head. I didn’t pull back, though. I swallowed what I could, chewed up the rest, swallowed that, then began to lick him clean once more. He hadn’t asked for that, but it was my job.

Once he was clean again, and my stomach was full, I went back to licking his arse. I had not finished his rimjob, despite what had happened. 

“Hey,” he called. “Before you continue, give me your cloak.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered, grabbing it from its spot draped over my shoulders. Holding it in my front hooves, I pushed it forward in offering to the pig. He immediately grabbed it and stood up. 

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I rose up onto my knees and opened my mouth. 

“Close your mouth and eyes.”

I did as he asked. Moments later, a hot fluid gushed down my face in a steady stream, seemingly aimed as it went. He was giving me a golden shower, washing away the shit using a torrent of piss. Or so I guessed, anyway. It was impossible to see with my eyes closed, but I knew the feeling. It could just be some body-temperature water that smelled like piss being sprayed from a bottle, but that was unlikely, given the lack of water flowing to the pipes.

The stream ended, and I felt the cloth of my cloak being used to wipe my face clean. “You’re done,” he said, draping the soggy cloak back over my shoulders.

My master marched over and grabbed me by the mane. “You’re paying for the damages,” he growled at me as he dragged me across the room.

As he tossed me against the wall, I noted that the pig was leaving the room. He’d grabbed a couple of things, then disappeared through a doorway, not caring about what else we did anymore. As long as we didn’t do anything that would come back to him, I doubt he would raise any amount of stink over it. He was probably going to bed; it was certainly late enough.

My master grabbed me by the mane and placed the head of his dick against my lips. The suddenness of the activity caught me by surprise, but I had my mouth open, and within seconds, he was drilling his cock down my throat at full blast. All I had to do was relax my neck.

The familiarity was nice. I could go without eating shit and being whipped, but being fucked down the throat was something I could stomach. It wasn’t my favourite thing, as it wasn’t always easy to breathe, but of all the things that happened to me regularly, this wasn’t the worst.

It didn’t last very long, either. I missed what exactly was said because my master’s hooves were using my ears as handles, but after a bit of shouting, I was tossed to the ground.

“I told you not to kill her!” shouted my master, kicking me in the ribs as he rushed the other way. 

“I didn’t!” answered the cat. 

“She’s not moving!”

“The bitch just passed out! I can still feel her pulse!”

As I watched the dog rush over, he stepped on the earth pony mare stuck to his cock, tripping over her and slamming to the floor before standing up and dragging her further. He grabbed the unicorn’s neck and picked her up. “Still breathing.”

“But useless,” spat the cat, wiping his dick on her tail and spitting on her. “What point is there in doing this if she can’t feel it?” He put his pants back on. “We’re done for tonight. I’ll contact you again within the month.”

“I’ll invoice you,” answered my master. “This puts you over budget.”

“And I’ll pay in full. Don’t want her slipping away, now, do we?” The cat turned to the diamond dog. “Drop that dead weight; we’re leaving.”

“Yeah, boss.” The diamond dropped the unicorn to the floor, then kicked the earth pony in front of him so he could grab her. He pulled her knees against her shoulders, pressed her back against his chest, wrapped his arms tightly around her, and squeezed while pulling up.

All of the screams that she had been holding back, every pain she’d choked down, each tear that she’d refused to let fall came crashing out at once. The dog had knotted her arse, tightly enough that he could drag her around, and now he was trying to rip her off. I could swear I heard a few cracks and a pop before she finally pulled free, spraying a torrent of diamond dog cum all over my master’s chest.

Before Master could turn and hit me for not taking the blast for him, I was on his chest, mopping it up with my tongue as the earth pony was dropped unceremoniously to the floor. My master did not like being covered in his own cum, much less that of another stallion. He didn’t even like it when mares would squirt on him. The faster I sucked him dry, the less angry he would be.

“We’ll be in touch,” concluded the cat, walking to the door and lifting the bar. “Brutus, go check the cart.”

“I have to pee, boss…”

My master sighed and pushed me to the floor. “I’ll go check the cart.”

As he left, the cat lowered his head into his claws. “Am I the only smart one, here? The toilet’s broken, and you’re a dog. You can pee outside, and he’s not doing you a favour by letting you piss in a busted toilet…”

“I really have to go, boss!”

The cat shook his head, then looked at me. A devious smile crept over his face. “So did the pig…” He grabbed me by the mane and placed me in front of the dog, prying my mouth open further than I could. “Come on, brutus, piss in the urinal like a good boy…”

His tail wagging at the mention of being a good boy, the dog put his cummy, sticky dick in my mouth and almost immediately started urinating. He grabbed me by the head and squeezed, and I felt like my skull was being crushed. But he stopped as the knot slipped past my lips and locked into my cheeks. Luckily for me, he was pretty far down my throat, so I was barely required to swallow until he pulled away, leaving the last few gulps in my cheeks.

“Fuck, now I have to piss,” groaned the cat, pulling his dick back out. “Keep that mouth open and empty, and we won’t have a problem, whore.”

I shuddered, but let him piss in my mouth, anyway. But just when I thought I was done, he grabbed me by the throat, digging his claws in ever so slightly.

“Don’t swallow this one,” he said, looking me in the eye. “I want you to know what will happen if your master crosses me. You will take what I give you, and you will hold it in your mouth until you return to the brothel. Do I make myself clear?”

I nodded, and he let a bit more stream into my mouth before he was truly finished. It was enough to bulge out my cheeks a bit, but I would rather not find out what it felt like to have those claws dig into my chest.

As the two of them walked out of the room, my master returned. “Grab your cloak and the cripple,” he commanded, walking out the door. 

I didn’t know to whom he was referring. Neither of the other two mares had stood up since being dropped on the floor. I couldn’t carry them both, as well as my cloak, but I also didn’t want to leave either of them here. If that pig decided he wanted a warm body in his bed, I didn’t know if they’d last the night.

I started by putting on the cloak. I had a wet shit stain pressed against my back, but it freed up some space for me to lift the unicorn onto my shoulders. She was really heavy, and it took some doing to lift her up. Even then, her hooves dragged along the floor.

As I was hoisting, the earth pony had managed to pull herself up, but just barely. Her breathing was stilted and coarse, and as she leaned against me, I could feel that at least two of her ribs had broken, and with how much she was limping, it looked like she’d dislocated one of her hips. 

I don’t know how I managed to make it out of the room, but I did, carrying both of them. At least the Earth pony was able to walk, even if she couldn’t hold herself up.

As we came to the lobby, my master tapping his hoof impatiently, we were met with even more bad news. Aside from the fact that the unicorn’s cloak had been shredded, the earth pony’s cloak was now gone. Also gone, as I could see through the front door, was the carriage that had brought us here from the alley.

I recognised this place, now that the morning sun was starting to peek over the horizon. I had grown up not far from here before being sold to the brothel. I had begged for scraps in the park across the way, had showered under the busted rain gutter on the corner, and had given my first blowjob behind this very building. A left turn would take us down to the brothel, whereas a right turn would see us into what used to be gang territory. 

Thankfully, my master turned left, meaning we were going back to the brothel, and that meant I would be allowed to swallow my mouthful of piss soon. I helped the earth pony mare turn with me, then continued to carry her down the road. 

I had to wonder as to the spectacle we were causing, and a bit of fear began to bubble up inside of me. It was possible that the gang territory had expanded since last I was here a decade ago, and our party consisted of me, my master, an injured earth pony, and an unconscious unicorn, three of us covered in blood and cum. There were thugs and children out here, and we had neither cloaks nor a bouncer. 

As I started to shake, I felt a hoof on my shoulder. I turned to look, and it was the unicorn slipping off. I quickly stopped to adjust her position, but I must have picked a bad time, as my master picked that exact moment to turn around.

“Hurry up!” he shouted at us. “You’re burning daylight! Unless you plan to skip your breakfast?!”

I picked up the pace a bit. The promise of something to eat had reinvigorated me. Perhaps I wasn’t in as much trouble as I had thought.

We passed countless ponies on the sidewalk. Most of them gave us a pretty wide berth, not wanting to be associated with the hodge-podge of flesh I was carrying. Some of them even crossed or stepped into the street to avoid us. 

As we passed a corner shop with a window full of bread, one of the brothel’s carriages passed in front of us, then promptly turned around and pulled up alongside us.

“Are you girls for sale or rent?” asked a stallion, leaning out to talk to us.

I don’t answer, turning to my master. Remembering that the other two are in no fit state to be fucked, I shake my head, jostling the mouthful of piss and making the putrid fluid foam up.

He smiles, then notes the logo on my cloak. There was a red star on the side, but it was hard to see through the other stains. “You’re one of ours,” he says, realisation washing over his face. He unlocks the door and jumps out of the carriage, stomping up to us. “Where is your escort?!”

“Hey!” shouts my master, doubling back. “Who do you think you are, yelling at my whores? You haven’t paid for them!”

“These mares belong to the Red Star Brothel, of which I happen to be a manager.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m the boss’s son. And I’m commandeering your carriage!”

The driver had separated himself by now, and held them apart. “Either way, it’s time for those girls to return to their quarters, is it not? They need a shower, and medical care. Everypony into the carriage, hm?”

As my master climbed up into the carriage, the bouncer took the unicorn and the other stallion took the earth pony, helping her up the steps into the carriage. The unicorn was carried up and placed on one of the bench seats.

It was already looking pretty crowded in there, and I wondered if I would be better suited trailing behind the carriage or curled up on the floor. The answer came in the form of the other stallion telling me to climb in, so up I came, then onto the floor, where I immediately became an ottoman for my master.

“Seriously?” growled the stallion as we took off. “Hasn’t she done enough?”

“This whole thing’s her fault, anyway,” answered my master. “She deserved much worse than this.”

The sound of wheels running over the stone road and the clip-clop of the bouncer’s hooves were all that answered back.

“What’s the matter? No more witty retorts?”

The stallion snorted. He did not answer.

I looked around the carriage. Aside from the stallion, the carriage had one mare and another bouncer. The mare looked to be very well-decorated, and was likely on the higher end of quality. She was dabbing at the unicorn with a rag, trying to clean her up. 

Suddenly, I felt my master’s hoof dig into my ribs as he kicked me, with almost enough force to make me spit out the piss. “You left the shackles behind, you stupid cunt!” he shouted at me. “You’re paying for those!”

I nodded, then took my place again. It took all of my self-control not to burst into tears. I’d be lucky if I ever saw my bed again.

“Why is the word “lair” carved into her abdomen?” asked the bouncer, looking over the unicorn.

“It says “liar,” actually, and it’s not supposed to be there,” corrected the stallion. “I doubt she can say anything with that gag in her mouth.”

“What kind of bouncer can’t read?” snorted my master. “Aren’t you supposed to be smarter than the whores?”

“He has dyslexia,” answered the other stallion, “and he was hired for his ability to protect the mares. He’s supposed to make sure they aren’t injured. I assume the one you brought is dead?”

“Didn’t bring one,” answered my master. “Didn’t need one.”

“I can see that,” snorted the other stallion. “Due to the fact that all three of your mares are covered in blood, I can presume that they’re all injured?”

I shook my head again, frothing up the urine yet further. It was all I could do to hold it in, and I had to stop myself from vomiting again.

“I didn’t give you leave to answer that!” growled my master, kicking me in the ribs again. A small spray of piss dribbled from my lips, and I swallowed just a little bit as I lowered my head again.

“One for three, then,” huffed the stallion. “Keep kicking her, and she’ll be injured by the time we arrive.”

“I don’t tell you how to do your job,” shot my master.

“Thank Luna for that…”

As we arrived at the back door of the brothel, we all filed out. I tried to shoulder the unicorn again, but the bouncer in the carriage took over that duty. I then tried to help with the earth pony, but there were plenty of guards. I wasn’t needed.

Thankfully, we were through the doors by now, and I was able to swallow the cat piss. I had now been brought to tears by the foul taste, which had only become worse with time, mixing with the dog cum. As my mouth cleared, I felt such a relief that I doubled over, panting. My head was throbbing like a cock that was right on the edge.

“You’re in the way,” scolded my master, grabbing me by the ear and tossing me forward. “Take off that cloak and go back to work. And you’d better do a good job today…”

As I started toward the door, it swung open, and the boss stepped out. He looked angry. “So,” he boomed, drawing everypony’s attention. “Who wants to tell me why my moneymaker is bleeding all over my tile floor?”

The earth pony, who hadn’t quite made it inside yet, grunted. She was still gagged, and didn’t want to leave herself on only two legs to take it off. 

The boss looked at her, then at me, then at the carriage with the bloody hoofprints. My master looked to the other stallion, the one who had helped the earth pony into the carriage and argued with him on the way back. He had some blood on him, but not that much. “He did it.”

The boss narrowed his eyes, and turned to one of the guards that had come out with him. “Lock this bay down.” He turned to another. “Shut the brothel down for the rest of the morning. Refund the customers if you have to, but clear the rooms and separate everyone. We’re going to figure this out.”

Moments later, the room was locked, excepting the door leading into the brothel proper. I was escorted to one of the dozen private rooms and locked in a pillory. This time wasn’t to fill me with stallion juice, but just to keep me from running, in the event that I was one of the guilty parties. 

I could see out into the hall, and at first, several ponies walked by. Most of them were headed from the back to the front, including my master and the other stallion, and later, the earth pony, but some were headed from the front to the back. I saw a few in nurse uniforms, but they weren’t managing to pull off the look. They weren’t accentuating their genitals in any way, almost as if they weren’t trying to convince somepony to fuck them. It took an embarrassingly long time for me to consider that they might be actual nurses…

With nothing much to do, not even the opportunity to go to the showers and clean up or a customer to service, I watched and listened to the ponies walking up and down the hallway. A lot of them claimed directly to the boss that they had nothing to do with this, but still followed him, regardless, when he called for them.

The bouncer that had stopped my master from beating up the other stallion poked his head in after an hour and a half. “This one,” he said, waving. “This is her.”

The boss poked his head in shortly after, then nodded. He disappeared for a moment, then came back with two guards. “Wash her, and find out if she’s injured.”

“I’m not injured, sir,” I answered.

He looked at me for a bit. I could feel the burning intensity of his rage behind his eyes, but neither his voice nor words betrayed his anger. “Check anyway.”

The guards unlocked me and escorted me down the hallway. I wasn’t injured, but I wasn’t wanting to be pushed down the hall or punished for being too slow, so I kept a fairly brisk pace.

As we passed the unicorn, I noted that she was awake and was wearing some kind of white wrap and a plastic mask with a hose on the front. She turned to look at me, her expression blank, but I couldn’t stay. My guards had caught up to me, and I was ushered forward again.

It was back into the showers, and it seemed as if nothing had changed in this room. Some of the whores were servicing guards. If anything, there were more of these, as there were no customers, and the guards that were found to not be responsible for this were free to use them. It wasn’t often that we had complete shutdowns like this; it was for emergencies, so it would make sense that they were feeling a bit tense.

I stripped out of my strappy outfit and discarded my soiled cloak. I would likely be responsible for washing these later, but I couldn’t shower properly with them on.

Unlike my earlier shower, I was given leave to turn on the water and set it to a comfortable temperature. I was about to wash myself, but one of the guards stopped me, grabbing my hoof as I reached for some soap.

“It’ll be easier if we wash and inspect at the same time,” he said, and I couldn’t argue with him. Partially because he was probably right, and partially because I had to follow his orders. “Up on the rings.”

I did as I was told, and he began to wash me from top to bottom, handling me fairly roughly as he went. Whether it was thick grime or because he wanted to know where any sore spots were, he was squeezing, prodding, poking and bending me in several places.

At one point, he had me lean over and spread my legs, which I did. Letting my chest rest on the floor while he yanked my tail aside and roughly scrubbed a coarse rag across my arse and snatch, I was almost certain that he’d try to fuck me while I was down here. That was what most guards would do, anyway.

But he didn’t. He didn’t do anything to me other than inspection and cleaning. He did lift my legs to scrub the bottoms of my hooves, which was a rare occurrence, but he didn’t bother to mount me. This only furthered my assertion that the boss was mad, as the guards were doing exactly what he said and no more.

After drying me off, they walked me out of the room, leaving my clothing behind. Rather than escorting me back to the pillory, they took me upstairs, to where the boss’s office was. I wasn’t here very often, usually just waiting in the hallway while my master went to talk to him. 

I sat there for almost twenty minutes before the slave that had been in the cart that picked us up walked out, with the boss following her. When he saw me, he glared at the guards. “She’s not injured, is she?!”

“No, sir,” answered one of them. “She seems fine, sir.”

He seethed at the guard, then nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

As he took the slave upstairs, the guards kept next to me. I could feel in my gut that I was going to be gone after this. My master had made it clear to everypony in that carriage that this was my fault. I couldn’t argue with all of them.

When the boss came back, he was angry, for sure, and as he waved me into the room, I followed.

“Have a seat,” he ordered, gesturing to an armchair. He sat down in his own and pulled out a folder. It had my picture on it.

I sat down on the floor, instead. I was exhausted, for sure, and if I sat in a comfortable chair, I could fall asleep, and be made to look either lazy or uncaring. He just sighed, shook his head, and let it go.

“We spoke yesterday, did we not?”

“Yes, sir, briefly.”

“Remind me how that went.”

“You asked the guards escorting me why I was being dragged upstairs so hastily, and they told you I was being sent to be punished.”

“For what?”

“I don’t remember, sir.”

“Think hard.”

I paused for a moment, then answered, “I believe it was because my tip jar was empty.”

“...Because your tip jar… was empty…”

“Yes, sir.”

The boss leaned back in his chair, grabbing a cigar off of his desk. He cut the end twice in the shape of a cross, then lit it up. “What happened after that?”

“We went upstairs, my master told me to put on something pretty, and he picked two other mares,” I continued. “Then we waited a bit, then we left. We tried to leave without a guard, but no such luck.”

“Who was going to pull the carriage without a guard?”

“I don’t know, sir. I guess I would have.”

He nodded. “Go on.”

“We went to a restaurant and put on our cloaks. We left through the kitchen and climbed in a different carriage pulled by a diamond dog.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I guess they’re good at pulling carriages, sir.”

“No, why did you enter the carriage?”

“Because we were told to, sir.”

“And do you always do what strange diamond dogs say?”

“It was my master that commanded us, sir.”

He took a long drag from his cigar. “What happened next?”

“He took us to an abandoned building, where an abyssinian was waiting for us.”

The boss nodded. “Did you recognise him?”

“His face is posted by the door. I don’t know his name.”

“But you know he’s not allowed in here.”

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t leave because your manager said it was okay.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go on…”

“So, the abyssinian took the unicorn, the diamond dog took the earth pony, and then this pigman walks in and threatens to call the guards unless I eat some dog shit on the floor. Then he took us back to one of the back rooms an–”

“Hold it.”

I froze. I didn’t know what I said that had upset him, but I knew he had already asked several others what had happened, and based on the fact that he was writing this down, it was probably safe to presume that this particular fact had evaded him thus far. 

“Okay. Back rooms. What’s next?”

“The pigman took me into the bathroom.”

“All of you, or just you, specifically?”

“Just me.”

He scowled. “No escort?”

My eyes shot open. I’d just fucked up. “No, no, my master was with me! I meant that the other girls didn’t follow me in.”

“So, nopony was watching those girls…”

I was royally screwed now. “My master was watching them.”

“He was in both rooms at the same time?”

“I…” I couldn’t answer. I had no idea what to say.

The boss leaned back. “I’ve already talked to several other ponies. I am aware of what happened. Your loyalty to your master is commendable, but I’d rather you tell me the truth. Where was he?”

I lowered my head. I’d been caught lying. I would be sent out tomorrow in the pisswagon, and there was nothing to be done to change that. “I don’t know, sir. He wasn’t with me.”

He nodded. “You’re forgiven, this time. Lie to me again, and you will find that I am not so lenient.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The pig’s in the bathroom. What now?”

“He disrobed, sir. Then he pissed in my mouth, and then I gave him a tongue bath.”

“Spare me the details. What next?”

“He shoved my face in the toilet, then heated up a can of beans, then ate it with the others. I was ordered to fellate him while he ate.”

“And you were with the others?”

“Yes, sir, I was, now.”

“In what state were they?”

“The earth pony was a little bit scratched and bruised, but the unicorn was already badly scratched up and bleeding.” He nodded and waved at me, so I continued. “Then the pig shat in my mouth, sir. He had diarrhea, and it covered my face by the end. He made me lick him clean again, then went to bed. That’s when the cat started yelling about the unicorn.”

“You can use their names, you know…”

“I don’t know their names, sir. I was never given any names, sir.”

He nodded and waved. “What happened next?”

“The dog ripped himself out of the earth pony and tossed her to the floor. That’s where her injuries happened. Then they both pissed on my face and left. Then my master returned, and we left.”

“He wasn’t in the room with you?”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to lie again. “He left when he found out about the unicorn passing out.”

He wrote that down. “Continue.”

“We walked a few blocks, and then we were picked up by one of the other managers. Then they brought us back here.”

“And that stunt you pulled with the gagging and panting?”

“Sir?”

He looked up at me. “When you came in, you made quite a scene. Why?”

I swallowed. “I was ordered to let their piss sit in my mouth until I was back in the brothel.”

“Whose? The manager’s? My son’s?”

“The cat, sir. Before he left, he filled my mouth and told me not to swallow until I returned to the brothel.”

“And you didn’t think to spit or swallow when nopony was looking?”

“I thought Master would check, sir, and make sure I was following orders properly. It would be easier to just hold it for an hour than to drink it every day for a month.”

He nodded. “Is there anything you’re not telling me?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“What do you mean, “you don’t know?””

“I’ve left out a lot of small details, sir. I tried to just cover the important parts. I know your time is more valuable than mine, sir…”

He snorted and closed his folder. “Do you know what happens to ponies who lie to me?”

I shook my head. I was mortified by what would happen to me.

“Follow me.”

I followed him out of his office, my head down low. I tried to just look at his hooves and follow behind him, but he stopped a few times to whisper to the guards. When he finally stopped and turned around, I presented myself, waiting for whatever punishment he was going to give me. 

“Sit,” he commanded, pushing a chair towards me. I sat on the floor once more. “In the chair,” he snarled. I didn’t want to upset him any more than he already was, so I did as commanded. 

All was silent for a few moments until a guard came in with a small paper box. The boss opened it on a table and mashed down the fried rice inside until it was a pile, rather than a compressed brick. 

“You are to eat this rice. That’s an order. Also an order, keep your eyes on this monitor.” He tapped a box that looked like his office. I wasn’t sure what was happening, as this was a room I’d never been in before, but I did as I was told. After all, I’d skipped both last night’s dinner and today’s breakfast. I was a little bit worried that eating this much fried rice would make me fat, as it was three times as much as I was used to, but if the boss wanted me to eat fried rice while watching a distorted picture of a room, I didn’t want to argue.

After a few minutes, the box started making noise, like a door opening and some voices coming in. I recognised the voices as the boss and my master, and then the image started to move. They were in the picture.

“Have a seat, son. We need to talk.”

“Are those arseholes trying to blame me for this? You know I’d never.”

“I certainly can say that I’ve raised you better than that,” nodded the boss as they took their seats. “You’re a good boy, and you’d never lie to me, would you?”

“Of course not.”

“Indeed. I just need to fill out the report to ensure that all of the information is correct. Why don’t you tell me what really happened?”

My master leaned forward and started waving his hooves as he spoke. “So, I found out yesterday that one of my slaves had scheduled a meeting with a client last week, and hadn’t told me. She’d promised him that he would have her for free at his birthday party last night, and I wasn’t having it. So I took her upstairs to punish her.”

“I remember. Why not give her to the quartermaster?”

“She said I’d be there, too. I wanted to make the punishment more personal.”

“Did she apologise?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. And then, she told me he was a super rich client, and that he wanted to invest. I figured I should go meet with him, and I opted to bring along two more girls to show him what it is we actually do around here. You know, good slaves.”

“Whores,” corrected the boss. “They’re called whores.”

“Right, the whores. Anyway, I brought them out to him, but he wasn’t there. And then these two guys dragged us off. There was a cat and a dog, and they brought us to this pig. Apparently, he was the wealthy client, and he was wanting to invest in us. Of course, he wanted to test them out for himself, and with the money he was offering, I couldn’t say no. So I let him try them out. He was very impressed.”

“So, how much did he invest?”

“He said he would be sending me a letter within the week setting up the next meeting, and he’ll give us the money, then.”

The boss tented his hooves. “So, you didn’t take any money for this meeting… You do know that that makes you responsible for all of this, right?”

“What do you mean? He’ll pay for it.”

“And if he doesn’t show up, it’s your pocket that will pay for not only the damages and the event, but also the lost investment, which we’ll put at a measly five thousand bits.”

“Five thousand?!”

“Hey, that’s nothing compared to the hospital bills. Nine broken bones, significant blood loss, some fairly hefty surgery, the therapy…”

“Well, we can just skip the therapy, right? It’s not like they need that to survive… Plus, they all walked back. They’re going to be fine.”

“They will be, once you’ve paid their hospital bill. Fourteen thousand, eight hundred and forty-three bits. That’s the estimate I was given today.”

My master’s jaw dropped.  He didn’t say anything. 

“Plus, those were some high-profile whores. The price for renting them out for a high-end event such as this is another seven fifty, each. One point five thousand subtotal. Which means…” the boss punched some numbers into his calculator, “Twenty-one thousand, three hundred and forty-three bits.”

I had to wonder if the image was broken. It had moved my master when he was talking and mimicked his voice perfectly, but now there was no movement. There was no sound. I had to wonder if I had broken the boss’s magic picture frame, but was unwilling to invite the horror of breaking something I didn’t understand.

“Don’t be so glum, my boy,” chuckled the boss. “You’re obviously not a liar, so I’m sure this pig of yours is about to contact you and set up a meeting.”

My master nodded. The picture was fixed. “Y-yeah, yeah. I’ll go talk to him right now about sending the letter.”

“Nonsense! He’ll be sending it here. I must insist that you stay here at the brothel until it arrives. I’ll not let you leave; this is a big deal. I’ll even have all of your mail brought right to me. I want to see his offer. I hope it’s a big one, because you’re on the hook for anything he doesn’t pay for.”

“H-he did say he was considering it. Maybe he’ll change his mind…”

“Oh, that’s fine, too. You just pay it off now, and you won’t have to worry about it.”

“Cool. I can do that soon.”

“You should be able to do that, now. You’re supposed to extract payment up front. Like those pretty little hostesses at the front lobby? Do what they do.” He took a long drag from his cigar. “But, of course, you knew that. You always ask for payment up front, and you don’t deliver without at least a downpayment, right? You’re smarter than a used cart salespony…”

“Pffft. Yeah. Of course I am. I took the downpayment last week.”

“Oh? How much was it?”

“Fi–” he stopped and coughed. “Sorry. Four thousand bits.”

“And you put it into the registry.”

“You know it…”

The boss nodded. He then took another long, deep drag of his cigar, stamped out the nub in an ashtray, and clapped his hooves loudly. Two more guards entered the room and stood on either side of my master, holding him in the chair.

“I don’t like being lied to, son,” sighed the boss, standing up. “It hurts me.”

“You know I don–”

“Shut it.” He picked up a sheet of paper from a folder on his desk. “You say you dropped four thousand bits into the registry as a down payment. The highest amount paid to the registry not done by me in the past month was two thousand seven hundred, by the guy that brought you in. Memo: office party. I called four guests that corroborated that story.”

He flipped to another page. “What you started to say was five thousand. I know you tried to cover that up, and I know why. That’s how much was deposited into your personal account six days ago. Turns out, your brother’s really doing well at the bank…”

He closed the folder. “You mention a diamond dog, a pig and a cat, and that, I actually do believe. Diamond dogs are vicious when frenzied, and you can’t accurately judge which ones are and aren’t in control of their emotions just by looking at them or talking to them. They pose a danger to the girls. Pigmen pose a different danger because they’re not big on bathing. Provably, on average, the filthiest of the sapient creatures that walk Equestria. 

“This cat, however, is my main concern.” He pulled out a piece of paper with a picture of a cat on it. I couldn’t see it very well, but it was almost the same shape as the one we’d been with. “Do you know how I have this picture?”

My master shook his head.

“It’s posted on the door. Literally, at every entrance. You can’t walk in or out of this building without walking past him. Most Abyssinians are welcome, with the exception of eight, which have been banned. Five of them are in prison, actually, so we don’t even have to worry about them, but three of them are still out and about. He’s one of them. Do you know why he was banned?”

My master shook his head again.

The boss grabbed another picture and held it out. I definitely couldn’t see this one. “Recognise her?”

“No…”

“You should. You took her out last night. She’s the one that was tortured. He put her in the hospital. Twice, now. That’s why her therapy is going to cost so much.” 

He leaned against his desk. “Now, what really happened is this: You and he met outside of the brothel a week ago, or thereabouts. When exactly you met doesn’t matter, but the two of you made a deal: he would pay you a hefty sum of money, and in return, you would deliver a very specific mare to him. He was paying extra so that you would look the other way, and he wanted to make sure it stayed off the books, because he knew his name would raise red flags.”

“Actually, that was my idea…”

“That makes it worse, not better.” The boss took a breath. “You haven’t told me a single provable truth since you came into this room. Everything I have evidence for, you’ve lied to me about. I can assume, then, that everything that I can’t prove has the same level of honesty. Let me show you what a truth is.”

The boss turned and grabbed a box. “Fourteen ponies, I’ve spoken to today. Every single one of them had this in common: their stories matched up. This one, for example,” he pulled a folder from the box. It was thin. “This is a guard that claimed he was in the garage all morning, and only noticed something was wrong when you arrived. He cites two other guards that would vouch for him, and they did. In addition, his timecard matches his account; he says he was about five minutes early, and his card says he clocked in six minutes before his shift started. He told me the truth, and while he wasn’t smart enough to prove it, I was. He’s not under scrutiny anymore, because I know he’s not lying about what he was doing this morning.”

“He could still be lying about other stuff,” offered my master. “He could be the ringleader.”

“No,” answered the boss, shaking his head. “Everypony, from the two injured mares to the security camera footage is in agreement, except two of you. Two ponies have lied to me today, and they’re not even in agreement.”

“Who… Is lying?” asked my master. I was sure he was about to ask “who else was lying,” but it seemed that I didn’t know him as well as I thought.

“Don’t you mean, “who else?”” asked the boss. “Face it. You know that I know you’re lying.” He sat down. “It’s that slave you’re always dragging around. The one that you said set up this whole thing. She lied to me, too.”

“She and everyone else.”

“Don’t push it.” The boss leaned back. “I’ll give you this; she seems very loyal. I’m pretty sure she was lying to protect you, claiming that you were always keeping an eye on her, as well as the other two, despite being in separate rooms. It’s because of her that I even let you speak as long as you did.”

My master said nothing more, just slumping down in his chair.

“I hate that I’m forced to do this, but you’ve left me with little choice. You’ve cost me an inordinate amount of money, put two of my best mares in the hospital, lied to me and shown a severe lack of respect for me, my business, my property, and your coworkers. I’m going to make you return all of that, no matter how long it takes.”

“That’s fair. I’ll make sure they work harder.” As my master tried to stand, he was forced back down into the seat by a bouncer.

“I’m afraid not,” growled the boss. “You owe time, you owe money, and you owe respect. Driving the girls to work harder only brings in money, and while that is a concern, that’s the least of them. No, you’re going to pay them all back at once.”

“Great. Can’t wait to do that.” Once more, he tried to stand and was pushed back down.

“Glad to know that you’re so eager,” smiled the boss. “I’ll let the quartermaster know that you’re looking for a handler.”

“Wait, but I’m already in management…”

“Not anymore…” As the bouncers picked him up, the boss waved his hoof. “Take him down to processing. It’s time he learned how much care needs to go into his job.”

“What? No! Dad!!”

He kicked and screamed as the bouncers carried him out, with the boss leaving right after. The image was still and empty once more.

I shivered. If this was what happened to liars, I never wanted to lie again. Granted, I had only lied to protect my master. Without him, I would have nothing. I owed him that much, and I would take my punishment of being reprocessed.

I wasn’t sure how long I was supposed to watch the screen for, or if there was something else I was supposed to see, but it wasn’t long at all until the boss came back in. “I see you’ve finished eating.”

I looked down. The dish was clean. “Yes, sir.”

“Did you see what happened?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And?”

I held up my hooves to him. “I am ready to be processed for my lies, sir.”

He took a deep breath. “Why’d you do it?”

“He decides when I’m allowed to eat,” I shrug. “He decides what I eat and how much. He decides where, when and for how long I sleep. He decides when my bathroom breaks are. He decides when customers can use me. He decides where the money I make goes. He decides what I wear. He’s my master. Without him, I have nothing.”

“You can put your hooves down,” he said. “Follow me.”

I jumped down from the chair and walked to the door. Rather than turning right to go to the quartermaster, we went left toward the bedrooms. He took me all the way back to my Master’s suite, and we walked inside together.

“You were working all of yesterday and last night,” he said, folding his hooves. “You didn’t eat during your shift, and we’ve compensated for that. You are to spend the rest of the day here, in this suite. A guard will be checking in on you regularly to make sure you’re doing well. Take some time to rest. I will try to have something ready for you by tomorrow morning.”

“Sir?”

As he was turning to leave, he looked back at me. “Was there something you needed?”

I knew it wasn’t my place to ask, but I couldn’t help myself. I took a few deep breaths, assured myself that everything would be alright, then breathed, “N-nevermind…”

“No, no, tell me,” he ordered. “I’m not coming back up here for every little thing. I have a lot of work to do today, and I’m in a very bad mood. Tell me now, and make it easier on everypony.”

I swallowed hard. “I mean, it’s not import–”

“Speak!”

I shrank back. “I was just wondering if my time would be better served tending to customers? I mean, as long as I’m sleeping, my master isn’t making any money, so I should go down and–”

“No.” he shook his head. “Just rest. I’ll organise a manager for you and the other mares that were under my son’s command. You’re not going to leave this suite until I have. I expect that, if I prioritise it, I’ll have somepony up here tomorrow. But if you need a dick that badly, I’m sure that your door guard will oblige.” He patted the shoulder of the guard that was standing by the door. “Go to sleep. I’ll call for you in the morning if all goes well.”

As he left, I was alone in the room, but not for much longer. The other two girls were up before too long. Our master didn’t like us chatting, as he didn’t want to hear our inane conversation while he was working. Unless we had something important to say, we weren’t allowed to talk. So we didn’t, even though he wasn’t here.

At least the room was silent as I curled up in my box. I was comfortable to be at least almost back to normal, but I feared what was about to happen to my master. Moreover, I wondered what was going to happen to all of us under the employ of a new master while ours was gone. I’d heard other mares complain when being switched from some other stallion’s care to his, and I’d always guessed that transitioning was hard to do. I’d never transitioned before, and that thought scared me as I drifted off to sleep.





I awoke to the sound of the door splitting down the middle, as if it had been hit with a battering ram. I looked around as I scrambled to find my hooves, and immediately noted that there was nopony else in the slave quarters with me. All of the other mares were gone.

Another burst to the door blew it clean off its hinges, splitting it into two halves that thankfully went to either side of me, though I was splattered with splinters.

“There she is…”

I knew that voice instantly. I’d spent the whole night listening to it. I lowered myself to the ground as the pigman approached me, not knowing what was going on.

“This is her,” he said, grabbing me by the neck and dragging me out of the room. I knew it was useless to fight his grip, and was trying to walk, but he kept jerking me to and fro, and it was difficult to keep my grip on the floor to facilitate smooth movement. I was cooperating, but he wasn’t making it easy.

He tossed me to the floor in front of the couch, where my master, the boss, and the cat were sitting. The dog wasn’t that far away, either, sitting comfortably in the chair.

“Well, I have to give you this, son,” laughed the boss. “You really made it all work out. I was concerned that you’d caused some trouble, but no, you managed to pull through.”

“I told you, I don’t lie,” smirked my master. “I really was meeting with an investor.”

“I never should have doubted you. Five billion bits, plus expenses, and all it’s going to cost us is one naughty slave that didn’t do what she was supposed to. I’m so proud of you, son.”

“Thanks, dad.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. When I’d gone to bed, I was sure that my master was going to be in huge trouble, and now here he was, along with two creatures that weren’t allowed in the building and a cat that had been banned, all relaxing together and making deals. 

“So, which of you wants one last go at this slut before she becomes a permanent toilet?” sneered the pig, yanking on my mane.

“I’ll take a piece of that,” said the boss, standing up. He was already erect, and as he grabbed me by the ears, he forced his cock down my throat until his balls touched my chin.

“Way to go, dad!” clapped my master. “Show her why you’re the boss!”

He began to pump down my throat hard and fast. I began to smell something metallic as he went, which was odd to me, considering that I was barely able to breathe with him inside my throat. It must have been something I could sense between thrusts. 

“OOOH! Me too!” yelped the diamond dog. Moments later, I felt his claws grabbing my hips, digging into my skin rather harshly and painfully. But that wasn’t nearly as bad as when he shoved his cock right up my arsehole. He didn’t even lube up, first, so I felt quite a powerful shock as he went all the way to the knot in a single thrust. The depth was downright unfathomable, at least, as far as what I had seen of him. He felt a lot bigger than he looked.

I let them go, of course. I wasn’t in any position to fight back, as I’d apparently been bought by the pig, and he was offering up my body to the room.

It wasn’t long before the boss came down my throat and pulled out, plastering my face with the last few shots.

“My turn,” called the cat, taking his place. “I didn’t actually finish in that mare that dumped me. I need to drain my balls before they go blue.”

He wasn’t all that big, but rather than shoving his dick in my mouth, it went up my nose, instead. Every time he pulled back, the barbs dug into my nose, scratching up the insides of my nostrils. Every time he pushed in, it felt like my eyes were being scratched from behind. I could barely comprehend the feeling.

What I could understand for sure were his claws. They were digging into my neck and pulling me closer with every thrust. I could feel them pulling against the diamond dog’s claws, as if they were trying to rip me in half, and my skin was starting to come apart to make it work.

It took all that I had not to cry out. I was certain that my eyes were beginning to water, and I was unable to hold back my whimpering and sobbing. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Was this how I would die?

“Now, now,” said my master, affixing a ball gag with a hose attachment to my muzzle. “None of that bitch-crying. That’s an ugly sound.”

I knew he was right. I shouldn’t have been making any noise. Though, the tube through the gag didn’t mask the sound very well. I used my tongue to plug the hole, and that seemed to make things better.

“You like this, bitch?” growled the pig, grabbing my ear and twisting it. As much as it hurt, I nodded vehemently, making the impact of the cat’s hips all the stronger. “That’s wrong,” he said, slapping me hard in the middle of my back. “You don’t like this, you love it.”

I nodded again. I couldn’t argue with him; he owned me now.

The pig looked at the cat, then the dog. “Harder.”

As if my arse could spread no wider, I felt it tear as the dog shoved his knot up there. He pulled out, and then pushed it back in. I was no longer fucking the full length of his dick, but just the knot. That was a lot of mass to take at once.

My nose fared no better. I felt like I had a cold; there was something clogging my nose, aggravating every fibre of my nasal cavity and making me feel like I had to sneeze, but I couldn’t because of the clog in my nose. 

I had to remove my tongue from the gag at this point. I had to breathe somehow, and my mouth was the only option. I couldn’t hold back my screams anymore, either. They had to come out, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

“She doesn’t know how to shut up, does she?” snarked the cat. “You have a lot of work to do if you want a toilet that doesn’t alert all of your guests when it’s in use, pig.”

“Indeed, it seems so,” said the pig. “Why don’t you show her what happens to toilets that can’t stay quiet?”

“It would be my pleasure…”

The cat let go of my neck and placed his hand against the middle of my back. It took every ounce of strength I had left not to scream as his five claws dug into and then tore through my skin, ripping it apart. It was agonizing. 

As he reached my shoulders, his hips picked up the pace, and he came up my nose, almost certainly clogging it as he ripped his cock out. I was definitely bleeding. I could see the pink liquid covering his cock. Cum and blood mixed together. I couldn’t see the shape very well through my tears, but I definitely knew the colour. That would also explain the smell of iron before my nose clogged up.

The diamond dog stopped and pushed even harder. It felt like he had a second knot, twice as wide as the first, and he was going to fit the whole thing in my arse. I had no strength to clench, and just let him push until it popped in and he began to cum. As many times as he had used the earth pony mare the night prior, I wouldn’t think he would have any left, but apparently, he did. It felt like several litres poured into me, but that may have just been the hugeness of his cock and the unfathomable second knot playing tricks on my mind.

As he came, he pulled me to the floor as he flopped down on his back. The cat was still holding me by the neck and the pig by my ear, so a quick tug from them held me upright. 

“Let’s see how good a toilet you make, now,” sneered the pig, whipping out his cock. It looked bigger than it had in the run-down apartment.

I lifted my head as best I could, barely able to resist gravity. My master fitted to the gag a tube with a funnel, then pinched my nose shut with some kind of clamp. “You want to breathe?” he laughed. “Empty the tube, and you can breathe.”

The pig went first, urinating into the funnel. It was a big funnel, and he was unable to fill it. But he had released my ear. I sucked down the contents of the tube like my life depended on it. After all, if the tube wasn’t clear, I wasn’t breathing. If I wasn’t breathing, I was dying. I couldn’t avoid it. I had to drink it all.

After a few gulps, I could see a bubble forming in the tube. It was growing larger, too, meaning I was almost done. I would be breathing again before too long. 

“Oh, I see what it’s for, now,” chuckled the cat, moving over to the funnel. “I’ll take a crack at that, too.”

Immediately, the bubble was closed as a fresh stream began to flow into the funnel. Now I had to drink that to be able to breathe. Even if that bubble did reach my lungs, I still had to exhale, and that meant the tube had to be clear. Otherwise, on the exhale, there would be nothing to fill my lungs except piss.

As the bubble reached my tongue, I inhaled it sharply, just to make sure there was some air in my lungs. I sucked a bit too sharply, though, and a spray of piss went into my lungs. I started coughing, and then, had to hold myself at no breath while I gulped down the cat piss as fast as I could.

Things were starting to go black by the time I was able to breathe again, and my lungs were burning. I had to cough a few times just to clear my throat. 

“How about you and me?” asked the boss. “It’d be a real shame to lose a toilet slave this prolific without one last piss.”

“You bet,” smiled my master. They both started pissing into the funnel, and I started to drink it all down. 

It was very odd to me, but for as much piss as I drank, I wasn’t feeling any less thirsty. Usually, by now, I’d be feeling overhydrated, and the extra would feel like torture, which is why it was used as a punishment. But I felt just as full now as I had before the pig.

I drank it down as fast as I could, as fast as my tongue could pump piss through the tube. It wasn’t fast enough, though, as the funnel soon overflowed.

“Well, that’s a shame,” smirked my master, glaring at me. I could only see malice in his eyes. “You spilled piss on my carpet. Now, how to punish you… Oh, I know…”

I thought for sure he would say or do something, but he just stood there as I drank down more and more of his piss. My throat was turning sore from all of the swallowing I was doing, and I wasn’t breathing. But I knew the funnel had to be emptying soon.

That was when my master brought out the punishment. He moved behind the couch, picking up a large pitcher full of yellow liquid. “I had every guard in the building piss into this pitcher,” he said, “Just in case I needed to punish you for spilling piss on my rug.”

He knew. He was aware of what was going to happen. He had specifically prepared for it in a way that would have been detrimental to everypony else in that room. The smell alone would be excruciating, if I could smell anything. That they all waited in this room with something like that sitting behind the couch… They must have all been in on this together. 

He poured a bit into the funnel, refilling it. I drank down as much as I could, but every time the level went down, he filled it back up again. I couldn’t breathe, and I had swallowed what had to be, at this point, two litres of piss. I had tried to be good. I had wanted to be helpful. I had done everything I could to make things easier for those around me, and I was being tortured for it.

Then my lungs gave out. They couldn’t hold themselves shut anymore, and, against my better judgement, I gasped for air. 

As piss filled my lungs, I could not resist the urge to cough, and what little air I had left in my lungs shot up the tube and bubbled out of the funnel. 

Everything started to turn black, and I could hear everypony laughing as my muscles, now weakened, tried to suck down as much piss as I could, but it was all for nothing. The sound and colour slowly faded away.





I shot upward so fast that I hit my head on the box above me. I yelped, but it took only moments to realise where I was and what was happening. It was just a dream. I was still alive, still breathing.

“Are you alright?”

I turned to see the guard that had been assigned to the suite. The look of concern on his face frightened me, but I nodded, anyway.

“You were screaming,” he said. “Nightmare?”

I nodded. I didn’t say what it was about. It was just a bunch of scary pictures in my head. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t hurt me. 

“Don’t want to talk about it, huh?” He shrugged. “Not my place to pry. Anyway, dinner’s ready. The other girls are already out there.”

With a nod, I stumbled out of bed and followed him sluggishly, though I did try to appear peppy and energetic. I was obviously not doing well, but I could at least pretend I was.

In the kitchenette, the other girls were eating silently, or had already finished and were sitting against the wall. It was some kind of yellow stew, though I was remiss to indulge. Aside from eating more fried rice this morning than I had in years, my stomach was still churning from the dream I had, and also, it was chunks of soft food in a yellow slurry. To have eaten so much diarrhea the previous night, this slop didn’t look all that appetising, so I sat down next to the slave that had finished eating already.

“You’re not going to eat?” asked the guard, seeing me sit down.

I shook my head. 

“Why not?”

While we did need to remain silent under most circumstances, we were allowed to speak when asked a question. “I’m not hungry, and I don’t want to become fat and ugly.”

“You’re nowhere near fat,” he said. “If anything, you’re too thin. Eat. You’re going to need your strength for when you meet your new manager.”

There was an almost audible whoosh as the other girls’ ears all perked up at once. This was likely new information to them, as I expect that both of them were working at the time we came in, and were left in holding until they were sent back to the suite. Both had hopeful smiles, but I kept my emotions to myself.

I was just disgusted. I had been issued an order, and I had to eat, now. At least half a ladle of the stew. It burned as it went down, and I was reminded of the dream. It was chunky, and I was reminded of the night prior. But it was also very spicy, and I had to put some effort into not reacting to it.

When I finished my bowl and returned to the wall, as the last mare quickly washed all of the dishes, there was a knock at the door, and the guard went to answer it. Moments later, he returned with a smile.

“Are you ready to meet your new master?”