Sudden alarm bells ringing caused Sunrise to leap out of her bed about two feet into the air. Freeing herself from her tangled blanket, the unicorn wearily blinked sleep from her eyes and cringed at the pounding of a headache. Vestri mentioned nothing about that potion giving me something akin to a hangover, she thought before freezing in place. This wasn’t her bed. Or Vestri’s chambers.

All around Sunrise were cubicles with low walls, enough to easily see over from a standing position. She sat upon a large cushion that took up most of the cubicle. While it wasn’t anything to write home about, it was at least padded enough to allow a good night’s sleep. Mares were standing and stretching from their beds, and many yawned before scratching themselves in various places. A few caribou and stallions walked up and down the aisles, occasionally using a crop of whip to smack the slower moving mares.

“Well, another day, another stack of records, ‘ey Fine?” The mare to her left said, then peeked over the divider and blinked in confusion. “You’re not Fine Line.”

Astute observation. So I was traded with my former assistant and sort of pet, then? Sunrise thought. “No, I’m not. My Master’s punishing me,” she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

The mare leaned on the partition, revealing herself to be a Red. “Oh dear, then you found yourself to be in a bad place for it. Throtr and his underlings tend to not put up with any sort of deviation from the notes, so to speak. You know, aren’t you-”

“Yes, I am. No, I don’t know if I was the one to do your Red evaluation. Yes, I know all the caribou high council. Yes, I fuck them on a daily basis. No, I won’t get your jobs switched. Yes, I know how Throtr is. Any other questions?” she asked grumpily. It wasn’t the first time she’d been asked these things, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The mare shrunk down behind the partition and shook her head. Sunrise suddenly felt the reason why the mare was hiding. The crack of the whip against her back. Yelping and leaping into the air in for the second time, Sunrise whirled about to find a robust caribou staring down at her. “So you’re the exchange, hm? You look pathetic. This is what Lieutenant Vestri dragged back from Lindisbarne? You’re nothing special. Just some poor excuse for a female that now gets to walk through the mud,” the caribou mocked. He wasn’t one that Sunrise was familiar with, though of course, she wouldn’t know every caribou in Equestria.

Sunrise folded her ears back and hung her head. Vestri had just up and done this to her. What if it was permanent? What if he was tired of her? Oh goddesses, what had she done to deserve this? Hadn’t she earned everything for being such a good mare? While Sunrise was deep in thought with a look of horror on her face, the caribou struck her with his whip again, eliciting another yelp of pain.

“Pay attention, you dumb bitch,” the caribou barked. “I’m your new handler until the Lieutenant either decides to take you back or abandon you.” One by one, around them, mares began slipping out of their cubicles and headed for the exit, which looked to go deeper into the building. “You will simply call me Master,” he continued, “Not sir, not my name, which I will not give to you. Nothing more than ‘Master’. If I hear anything else come out of your mouth, I’ll make sure it stays shut for the rest of the time you’re mine.”

Sunrise looked away with a glower and hissed from between clenched teeth, “Yes, Master.”

Her ‘new’ Master open-hand smacked her across the face, sending her sprawling across the cushion. A few mares turned their heads to watch, but immediately went back to their business. They didn’t wish for any trouble of their own. “Is that a Red around your neck, or a Black? Your behavior hints at the latter,” the caribou demanded.

“S-Sorry, Master! I’ll behave!” she apologized. Sunrise held a hand to her collar, then gasped softly to herself. The familiar bumps of her name were gone, as was the comfortable padding on the inside. Wha-What!? My collar! What happened to my collar!? Sunny frantically looked about for any sort of reflective surface, settling on her metal water dish. Red collar alright, but it looked to be one of the standard fare. Sunrise was suddenly yanked away and forced to her hooves.

“The first thing you’ll be doing is taking the spot of the slut you’re replacing. Maybe you’ll do better than her, though I doubt it very much. I’ll be watching,” Sunny’s Master explained, dragging her from the cubicle and along the pathways between. It was all Sunrise could do to keep up.

The mare stumbled along, her thoughts racing a hundred miles an hour. Vestri gave her things all the time. She had earned them all, didn’t she? So then why was she being subjected to this? And what did this caribou plan to do with her? Oh please don’t let it be public breeding! Or any breeding! Vestri’s story from the night before came back to her, along with the potion hangover. Soltima had been bred.

Instead of any sort of breeding facility, her Master dragged her into a large room that had to have been filled with a good seventy desks, the smaller ones near the entrance each having two mares, then as it went further back stallions got larger desks to themselves, and even several caribou were at the far back in separate offices. Fine Line had talked about this. She and many other mares helped keep track of everything moving through Equestria. Logistics, she called it. She said it was because it was an easy job, something even dumb mares could do, it freed up a lot of stallions to have more important jobs, and a mare would dare not fuck up on it, not with the threat of losing a bed to sleep in amongst other punishments. Sunrise swallowed. She hated paperwork and running numbers. It was boring as all hell. Give her some nice jewelry to work on. The male took her to a desk where the mare from before was sitting, already working on adjusting several piles of papers. However, once Sunrise got to the front of the desk, she caught quick sight of her chair. There were two dildos upon it, as well as a trough for any mare nectar collected.

“Sit, work, and don’t make me come over here, cunt,” her temporary Master ordered, walking off with his whip down the lanes.

Sunrise immediately descended into a grumpy mood. She gingerly sat on the toys, hissing through her teeth as their girth pushed her ass and nethers open around them. At least they’re lubed, if cold! Shivering momentarily until she managed to take both toys completely inside of her, Sunrise settled into the rather comfortable, and yet uncomfortable chair. The toys felt great, but the way the chair was built and the angle the toys sat made her want to stand instead. “So… what do I do, then?” Sunny asked the mare beside her.

“Name’s Spring Flower,” the nearly pastel green mare replied. “We go through all the sheets, update our records, and overall make sure everything’s running the way it should. I heard you used to own a jewelry store, so you should know about keeping track of supplies. It’s the same way here,” Spring explained.

Sunrise left unsaid that it had been her assistant who had taken care of most of the supplies checklist. Sunrise made sure to go over them to make sure they were correct and order more when the time came, but Fine did most of the paperwork while Sunrise did the jewelry. Sunny checked over her portion of the desk. A few piles of papers, several sheets corresponding to various supplies coming in and out of the capital, and a good deal of scrap paper. This was going to be fun…

And ‘fun’ it was. Beside her, Spring Flower blazed through her reports almost as fast as Fine Line had when Sunrise had owned her shop. Sunrise herself, however, was moving at a snail’s pace. She didn’t know the ins and outs of the reports as well as the supplies lists and everything else about the job. While Spring had finished her work by the early afternoon, Sunrise had barely made a dent in her own and had at times had to go back and fix mistakes on her part. It wasn’t until she saw Spring holding her hand in the air with all five fingers spread and Sunny’s Master approaching did she wonder if she’d fucked up. When he arrived, he fixed the unicorn with a glare, then listened to Spring’s hurried whispers. Sunrise managed to catch something along the lines of “Please don’t punish me for her not doing work”.

The caribou stalked over and grabbed the supply list and a few of her ‘completed’ reports. While he looked over them with an ever-sharpening glare and a scowl as if he’d eaten something nasty, Sunrise took a glance over at Spring’s supply list. It showed different items. So each pony gets a different list? Looking about, she swallowed. Canterlot really did import and export a great deal of commodities. She herself knew just the mare-trading portion of things. The mare noted things upon Spring Flower’s sheet, specifically various drugs and potions. Many of which Sunrise had made use of herself. Her own sheet had been for decorations and assorted materials that Sunny knew usually went to large gatherings. And this one by the amount of supplies Sunrise had noticed in the reports, was massive. The only one I know this big is the Gala.

Suddenly, Sunrise found herself on the floor with a painful cheek, a ringing in her ears, and a line of her juice going from her ass to the chair. Her Master had struck her once again.

“So I was right!” he hollered, mares at their desks not chancing a look over. “Here we give you a bed, give you food, and a place to work so that you won’t be so utterly useless. And yet, here you are utterly pathetic just as I thought you’d be.”

Sunrise held her hand to her cheek in shock and teared up. She had tried, really, but she wasn’t familiar with the system! No training, no help, nothing! She wouldn’t say any of that out loud, though. Beside her, Spring shifted and hid her face behind her hand, avoiding Sunrise’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Master! I really am!” Sunrise replied, cowering down against the floor to look as small as possible. It didn’t help. The mare found herself lifted quite painfully by her mane. The caribou sat upon the desk, scattering important papers and writing implements across it and the floor, then bent Sunrise over his knee and laid down the harshest smack to her ass she’d ever felt. It felt like the male had used his full strength as Sunrise screamed in pain and jerked forward. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she clamped a hand around her muzzle to keep from screaming when one by one spanks fell across her ass. This wasn’t for fun, this was punishment.

With each smack, a squeal rose in her throat, only to be muffled by her clamped mouth. When her Master released Sunny from his grasp, she stumbled and nearly fell over, cringing in pain with every step. Oh goddesses does that hurt! she internally complained and rubbed her ass. It was certainly going to bruise, that’s for sure.

Behind her, the caribou snarled, “You, clean up the mess. You get to do her work as well for the rest of the day. I’m not letting this useless cunt touch it again.” Spring gaped, shooting Sunrise a glare.

Sunny didn’t see it, focused more on rubbing her ass to soothe the burning and pain. The last time Vestri had punished her rump that hard she’d… Best not to think about it, I don’t want to remember that day, she thought, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

The grabbing and yank to her mane took her out of her thoughts and to more pain once her Master began dragging her along, threatening to yank her hair out by the roots. Sunrise followed the entire way, trying to keep pace with an awkward gait, stumbling several times as brief stabs of pain hit her ass. The caribou was using his rolled up whip to smack her ass when she wasn’t moving fast enough for him.

All around them, mares hunched their shoulders and pointedly ignored the two, hoping that they weren’t next. When her new Master pulled her back into the cubicle room, Sunrise found herself tossed back into the same one she’d woken in, except instead of a threadbare cushion bed, she found it now bare of anything comfortable to land on. Even the empty food dish had been removed, leaving just the water, which looked like it hadn’t been changed out as of yet.

“You will stay here for the rest of the day. If you leave, make a peep, or do anything...” the caribou left off there, leaving Sunrise to understand that anything she did would lead to punishment.

Taking that as a cue, she simply nodded and huddled in the corner against the wall, afraid to make any movements at all. If it weren’t for the pain in her ass, she wouldn’t, but she had to adjust herself every few seconds into a more comfortable position, though any that involved any surface touching her butt was uncomfortable. The cubicle itself was too small to lie down in, so instead she curled up and waited. And waited. And waited. The time ticked slowly, and her rear felt inflamed. Not only that, but Sunrise was bored all to hell. I’m so used to working on things Vestri wishes me to do, I’m not used to doing without. Especially in such an uninteresting area. I wish I had a book… Sunrise wished for many things, but they never did come true. A sudden thought overtook her. Work. What about my other duties!? The gryphons! The two potential Reds scheduled for today! Oh no oh no oh no, I’m going to get punished for not doing them!

Sunrise trembled and curled up on her side. Vestri was going to be so angry with her. He’d disown her! A sob threatened to escape her throat, but she tamped it down. No, calm down. Master said we’d exchange duties, too. Which means either Fine Line gets to deal with them. She shuddered at the thought. Or Vestri would get somepony else to do so. She shifted again and groaned in pain. This was definitely going to bruise.

For hours she lay there, her mood progressing from sad to depressed. Sunrise shifted her position every few minutes, finding little relief from the ache and pain of her ass in the limited space of her cubicle. At one point, she even knocked accidentally against her water dish, spilling it across half her floor space, leaving the mare with very little room. At first she tried to push it out of the way, but all that made her was wet and annoyed. Sunrise ended up having to drink it from the floor, sucking it up and making a face at the taste. By the time mares began trickling back into the rooms, it was already late in the evening. They ignored her outright, daring not to bother the unicorn lest they receive punishment alongside her. Her slumber was fitful and uneasy.

Sunrise Splendor started awake the moment the alarms went off and sat straight up, groaning in pain at the soreness of her hind end. Just as she thought, she could feel the bruising. Standing up quite awkwardly and stumbling for a moment, Sunny stretched, then stood in place with her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes downcast. There was no need for her temporary Master to see any need to punish her again. Not with her ass still aching from the day before.

The caribou did not take long to find his way to her with his whip at the ready. At Sunrise’s position, he nodded in satisfaction. “Well well, seems the little bitch learns. There may be some hope for you, yet!” he exclaimed, though there was no pride in his voice. “You better be ready, and this time, no fuckups!”

Sunrise merely nodded in return, unsure whether his orders the night before still counted. She followed him back to the desk room with a slow and ginger walk, wincing every so often. Goddesses, and I thought walking the day before was bad. At least he’s not using a leash. Leash or not, Sunny still had to keep a good pace, which only exacerbated the situation with her aching ass. By the time the two reached Sunrise’s desk, she was having to bite her lip not to whimper in pain. Her eyes immediately focused on the two toys embedded in the chair, both waiting to be plunged into her orifices.

On the desk was a far smaller pile of papers waiting for her this time. At the caribou’s expectant look, Sunrise grit her teeth and lowered herself delicately onto the chair, the two toys easily pushing her holes open around them and causing a flame of pain to erupt from her ass. Sunrise’s expression of pain and discomfort amused her temporary Master, especially once the mare settled down with a loud whimper and panted from the exertion.

Nodding in satisfaction, he walked off, leaving Sunrise to her work. Not more than a few minutes later, Spring Flower joined her and hissed in her ear, “I still got a spanking last night from your foolishness.”

“At least all you got was a spanking,” Sunrise whispered back, taking a calculated look in the caribou’s direction to make sure it wasn’t noticed. “I don’t plan to have that happen again.”

“Welcome to our life. Throtr makes certain we all know our places, and soon you will, too. Doesn’t matter what your old master treated you like, you’re here now and better get used to it,” Spring warned and set about her work.

Sunrise glanced at her sheet. Whips, crops, all those kinds of fun toys. Seemed her Master wanted to remind her of what happens if she doesn’t do a good job. She could do this. Adjusting her seat and hissing in discomfort, Sunrise set about her work. To be honest, now that she knew what she was doing, it wasn’t too hard. Boring work, certainly, but nothing that required much. Just a basic understanding of math which any mare should know and an attention to detail, which also wasn’t hard. Jewelers weren’t known for their lack of it.

By early afternoon, Sunrise had already finished her pile and… sat there. What now? she wondered, leaning over and saying in a hushed tone, “What do we do when we’re done?”

Spring looked up and over, then answered just as quietly, “Raise your hand with one finger. One finger raised means you’re completed for the day. Two spread apart means there’s an issue. Three spread means you need to use the litter box. Four together means you’re thirsty. Five spread is major issue.”

Five spread. The same as what Spring had done the night before. The mention of the litter box also quickly reminded her of a heavily pressing need. She hadn’t gone for a while now, and she felt full to bursting. I just hope it’s a term for the toilet. Sunrise immediately raised both her hands, one holding one finger up, and the other with three fingers spread apart.

Her Master quickly made his way over and grabbed the sheet, looking over it with an exacting slowness that felt like torture. Finally, he nodded and set the page down. “You’re dismissed for now and the rest of the day is yours. I’ll take you to the boxes,” he said matter of factly.

Sunny lifted herself off the seat with a wet shlurp as the toys slipped out of her body. Her audible gasp of both pleasure and pain brought a chuckle to the caribou’s lips. When he walked off, Sunrise followed, her walk not just of one of pain, but also nearly cross-legged from the pressure in her belly. He brought her to the side room and pushed her inside, only to find exactly what she feared. A row of litter boxes. They can’t be serious! Even Vestri never made me use one of those! The mare stood in place, crossing her legs and staring pleadingly up at her Master.

He crossed his arms and waited, until finally he just looked down at her with a raised eyebrow and a look of annoyance. “Well? What are you waiting for? Speak!” he demanded.

Finally given the chance to talk to him, she replied meekly, “Can’t I just use the toilet? Or without you watching?”

His only response was to point at the boxes.

A deep blush of humiliation spread across Sunrise’s face. To be forced to use a litterbox like some earth pony, like an animal, was downright embarrassing, especially in front of her Master. However, it was a very pressing need. Doing her business and cleaning herself up, Sunrise made sure to leave that room as quickly as possible, the blush remaining with her even after the fact.

After exiting, she diverted her eyes and covered her face so ponies couldn’t see her flush. She just wanted to get away from here. Remembering what Satin had told her the day before, Sunny glanced up at the caribou and asked, “Master, I wish to go outside and visit somepony I owe service to, may I have a potion for the cold?”

“Hm, I’ll allow it, if you behave. If I hear anything, I’m locking you in a cage for the next week,” he replied with the threat. He reached into a pouch on his belt and retrieved a pitifully small vial of Warmth Potion from it. Not more than a single gulp. “You will also be back before the sun sets, or a bruised ass will be the least of your worries.”

That won’t last long, but I should be able to get some from Satin when I am ready to leave. She bowed towards her temporary Master, “Thank you, Master. I will make sure to be back before then.” Sunrise walked her way out with an awkward gait, losing herself amongst the corridors and rooms before managing to find the exit. Downing the potion and making a strange face, she stepped out into the cold as the potion took effect. That didn’t taste like the usual potion. Bleh! Once she managed to get outside, Sunrise brightened up. She was in one of the business districts of Canterlot, a short trot over to Lacy Binds. Her first step down the stairs proved to her that her journey was just beginning. Her hoof hit a patch of ice, slid, and ended up in the air with Sunrise landing square upon her bruised ass. The squeal of pain turned more than a few heads from the ponies on the street, though none came to help her up.

Painfully pulling herself back up to her hooves, Sunrise hobbled her way down the streets, at one point her pained walking causing her to lose her center and slip on ice once again. Luckily, that time she fell into a snow drift. While cold air was one thing, however, cold snow against one’s nethers was still cold even with a warmth potion. She lept out of the drift and brushed snow off her ass and legs, shuddering from the coolness. What should have been a short, few minute trip turned into fifteen minutes of careful stepping and near slippages.

Sunrise breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the door to Lacy Binds. The familiar chime sounded when she opened the door and real warmth hit her like a blanket. She basked in it until she heard Satin’s voice call out from the back in its gay little way, “I’ll be right with you!”

Sunrise walked past the various showcases and racks of clothing to the doorway behind the counter to the back of the shop. Peeking around the corner, the mare spotted Satin buried balls deep into the former shop owner. What was her name again? Oh! Yes. Lacey Frills.

Lacey was biting down on her arm, a Red collar around her neck and cum dribbling from her stretched-wide cunt. Satin shlurped his cock out of Lacey and wiped it down with a silk rag. “Get yourself cleaned up, then make sure that you clean the area. I don’t want to find any stains on anything.”

“Yes, sir,” Lacey replied and stood upright, flinching when a drizzle of seed leaked from her nethers.

Sunrise blushed and moved away from the entryway to instead cup her hands in front of her. Mere moments later, Satin walked out from the back and smiled broadly at Sunrise. “Well well! I’m glad to see that you’re taking things seriously, then! Here to pay off your outfit, then?”

Sunny merely nodded and said, “Yes, sir, but I must be back before nightfall.”

He clapped his hands together. “Perfect, wait there!” Satin Cloth became a whirlwind of activity. Before she knew it, the mare found herself outfitted in keyhole style top with a strange asymmetrical skirt, nearly the style that she had chosen for herself the day before. While admiring herself and the way the top framed her cleavage, Satin shoved a bridle with bells over her head, then stuffed the bit into Sunrise Splendor’s mouth. She blinked at Satin in surprise, then reached up and adjusted it for a moment until the leather was comfortable. With every movement, bells jingled.

She walked over to a platform next to the register counter and stood on it, waiting for Satin to give her orders on what to do. To be honest, this isn’t half bad. At the most I just have to stand around and look sexy. And I can trust Satin to be fair in his treatment. Shortly after, Satin Cloth walked over and slapped a sign onto the front of the platform, though what it said Sunrise couldn’t see.

“Just do your thing, dear. The more attention you can attract, the better. It’s not often I get a model,” the stallion told her and went about the store to tidy up displays and racks. Sunrise herself parted her legs somewhat and lidded her eyes. She set a hand upon her hip and leaned forward just enough. The unicorn was used to standing in place sometimes for long periods, and this was only for a few hours, so she should be able to handle it. Traffic seemed slow, though. Two visits in the first hour. One was simply as Black Collar sent to pick something up, and the other was a stallion who paid Sunrise no mind.

Sunny sighed to herself. This is more boring than I thought it would be. Sunrise adjusted her position and held back a yawn. Well, it’s better than being too swamped. It’s a nice change of pace, actually. She swished her tail and kept eyes on Satin, who kept peering back at her. Sunny blew him a kiss and wiggled her ass in his direction. At least I get to tease him.

Time passed and Sunrise watched ponies and caribou walk through the streets on their business, giving her at least something to watch. A stallion walked up through the glass doors with the bell ringing behind him. Satin popped up from a display and clapped his hands together. “Ah, good to see you, Mr. Tights,” he exclaimed rather exuberantly. “I have in stock the dress you asked for. It should fit quite well upon your Tulip and go quite nice with her colors. I certainly hope she’s doing alright!”

Mr. Tights, as Satin Cloth has named him, seemed to be quite the business-pony in dress. Full business suit in a nice shade of brown that matched his coat. “She’s doing well. She just got her Red, so I’m giving her the dress as a gift for her wonderful behavior. As for-” Tights cut off when he turned his head to the side and noticed Sunrise. “Well now, who do we have here?” he asked and made his way over to her, his eyes roaming over her body before dropping to the sign upon the platform. His smile turned into an outright grin.

Satin followed up behind him and held his hands out to his sides, “That is Sunrise Splendor, a model of mine for a short time. Go ahead, do not be afraid to speak with her.”

“Hm, I see. Turn around, girl, let’s see what you have to offer in that outfit,” Tights commanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sunrise smiled wide and bowed towards him. “Ah hou co’an’, sih,” she replied with a sultry whisper through the bit in her jaws. She swayed her hips and twisted around. Lifting her tail up and out of the way, Sunrise bent over just enough to push out her rump and sway it to and fro in front of Tights. Behind her and unbeknownst to Sunrise, Tights unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out the cock that had begun to press itself against the fabric in a large bulge.

Sunrise hummed softly to herself, even reaching back to caress a hand over her rear through the dress. Tight’s cock swiftly grew to a respectable size, and while watching Sunrise show herself off. It certainly didn’t take him long to spray a fountain of seed across the dress over Sunrise’s backside and her one exposed leg. The mare jerked up in surprise and stared back at Tights with wide-eyes.

Tights laughed at her expression and slapped Sunrise across an asscheek not covered in spurts of seed, eliciting an immediate straightening of her back and a harsh squeal of pain that was only muffled by the bit in her mouth. Sunny breathed heavily out of her nostrils and bit down on the bit, a whimper escaping her throat. Fucking ow ow ow! Fuck FUCK!

The stallion gave a hearty laugh and patted Sunrise on the hip as he slipped his cock back into his pants and buttoned up. “My, I do like this one. I’m guessing she’s not for sale?”

“Sadly, no, else I’d have bought her myself. She’s merely on loan from her master,” Satin responded and walked around behind the count. Bending down, he grabbed a box while Sunrise was busy not trying to cry or scream out. Goddesses her ass hurt. Again! Satin produced the box and offered it to Mr. Tights. “Here’s your dress, and do come back anytime, it’s always a pleasure to see you.”

Mr. Tights tilted his head toward Satin Cloth. “A pleasure doing business with you. And her. Do ask her master sometime if she’s for sale. I’d enjoy adding her to my harem,” he chuckled and walked out of the store.

Sunrise turned toward Satin and crossed her arms over her chest, trying not to place any weight on the side that Mr. Tights had smacked. Her gaze of hurt said it all. Satin simply waved his hand in dismissal. “You’re under my care, you’re under my roof, you accepted the deal. You’re mine while you’re here, am I understood, Sunny?”

Sunrise drooped her hands in shock. She was about to argue, then realized that she wasn’t Vestri’s pet at the moment, and with what she had agreed to, that meant that currently she had to do anything Satin Cloth demanded of her as long as she was back by sundown. Sunrise nodded and bowed her head submissively. “Yeh, sih.”

Satin nodded and went back into the store proper, “Good, then back to work, dear, day’s far from over.”

He was certainly right. Though it had been slow at first, the traffic picked up to the point that some stallions were even telling others. One by one stallions came in to see not only her, but what dresses and gear Satin had in stock. From how he talked, he didn’t have a mare out front often to model and be jizzed upon, and when he did she turned out rather popular for the chance to humiliate. Time and time again through her poses Sunny found herself the target of a stallion’s cream. When the time came for Satin to remove the sign and allow a stallion to finish himself upon her leg, Sunrise was rather coated in cum from the various poses stallions asked for. She looked utterly humiliated, a giant blush spread across her face and her ears halfway drooped. While she’d enjoyed teasing the stallions, she didn’t like having to accept all their seed. Her body was for her Masters, not for whatever male ogled her. Right? Right?

Sunny stepped off the platform and wiped cum from her face, being careful not to get it in her eyes. For all intents and purposes, she thought the dress ruined. The mare hadn’t paid any attention to how sales were, just entertaining the stallions coming in.

Satin came over and wrestled with the clips of her halter, slipping it off her head. “Hm, it’ll need a good cleaning, but it should be ready for tomorrow. The dress as well. You are coming tomorrow, yes?” Satin inquired, his tone of voice implying that she should.

Sunrise didn’t respond, instead just slipping the dress slowly off herself and setting it upon the counter. “May I go home now, sir?” she asked demurely. All she wanted to do was get back and take a nice hot bath, but with how the past two days were going, she’d probably just find a garden hose waiting for her.

Satin’s response was another wave of his hand, leaving Sunrise to walk out the doors into the evening cold. The mare shivered, frowning at herself for forgetting a potion. It’s not too bad, I still have the trailing effects of the first potion, and it’s not that far. Nearly slipping several more times amidst the dwindling ponies, Sunny finally returned home. It didn’t take her as long to find her way back to the office area, which was nearly empty of everypony. Looking around, Sunrise spotted her temporary Master and headed his way.

Kneeling beside him, she asked meekly, “Master, may I please bathe and be fed?” Outside of the water in her dish, she hadn’t eaten anything all day or the day before and her stomach was gnawing at her spine.

He turned his head and a guffaw left his mouth at the sight of unicorn beside him. Sunny’s ears were back, her body looking downcast, and plenty of cum splotches across her face and on some portions of her body. “I think I’ll leave you like this for the night,” the caribou and reached down to grab her by the upper arm. “Until then, back to your cube with you.” Lifting Sunrise to her hooves, he dragged the mare along until they reached the bedding room.

Within, mares were walking about and conversing with each other. In several places, the wet slapping and moans of some of the stallions taking their choice of mare could be heard coming from the low walls. Some mares watched the two pass by, but most went about their business talking with their neighbors and friends, or simply masturbating. Some were even sleeping.

Sunrise’s temporary Master pushed her into her cubicle and muttered, “Stay.” He then walked off, presumably for whatever other business he had to attend to. Turning around, Sunrise was surprised and happy to see not only the bed and raggedy blanket waiting for her, but also delicious mana of the gods! Clean water and… Oh goddesses… A food dish filled with those disgusting food pellets. She still remembered the last time she’d had to eat those. Sunny’s belly churned in protest. To be honest, those had been made for the cows. Maybe mare kibble is better?

She didn’t care for the moment. There was food and fresh water in front of her. Flumping down on her bed, Sunny bent down and dipped her muzzle into the water, draining the entire bowl in several large gulps. The food dish came next, and though she looked at the pellets in trepidation, Sunrise’s belly grumbling reminded her of her hunger. Bottoms up? The mare dipped her head down and took a small mouthful of the mare kibble. Chewing it tentatively, Sunny swallowed and smacked her lips. Apple flavored, I’m guessing? It’s not half bad. I guess there is a huge difference between what the cows are given and what mares get. She finished off the rest of her bowl rather quickly and laid back in her bed to relax and fuss with her mane.

Spring Flower popped over the partition suddenly and smiled at Sunrise, taking notice of her dried cum-covered look. “Well, somebody looks like they had fun! I got to hear about why you’re here.” When Sunrise shot her a glare, Spring waved her hand, “Now don’t be doing that. You’re in Fine Line’s place. She’s one of the bottom of the barrel around here. Even some of the Blacks make more of an impact than her. She’s too meek and submissive to stand out half the time. She does the work that’s handed her and nothing more. And you just took her place, which means you start at the bottom.” Spring flashed her a predatory smile. “Welcome home. Maybe in a couple months you’ll make something of yourself while Threon fucks you silly. If he does.” She sank back into her cubicle with a giggle.

Sunrise grit her teeth and sprawled out on her cushion, shifting until she was comfortable and her ass wasn’t hurting. Ugh, she’s still pissed about yesterday. The next couple months? Joke’s on her, she thinks she knows something I don’t when I’m only here for a week. Maybe I should hint to Vestri that Spring Flower needs an evaluation? She curled her blanket around herself and simply lay in bed until sleep overtook her.

The next day was much the same. The alarm jarred Sunrise out of a sound sleep, but this time instead of being herded into the work room, all the mares went into a different room where various stallions dumped buckets of rather cold water over each of the mare’s heads. Threon, as Sunrise guessed was the caribou’s name, took a stiff-bristled brush and scrubbed her raw from head to toe. Sunrise shivered the entire time, used to warmer baths. After toweling her dry, all the mares were taken to the work room where as usual a stack of reports awaited Sunrise. After those, another trip to the Lacy Binds and more humiliation at the hands of a great many males. She regretted having accepted Satin’s deal, but she could see why he wanted her around. From what he said, sales were booming with her around.

The days went by slowly, each one punctuated by the routine. Wake up, eat, bathe when the chance was given. Deal with supply reports. Head over to Lacy Binds to show off her body and be a willing recipient to every stallion’s gropes, words, and gifts of seed. Come back shivering in the cold, go to sleep. With each day, Threon made sure to break Sunrise’s will a little further. To him, she was nothing but a lowly mare who had little use beyond keeping track of Canterlot’s supplies. And even then, barely that. Sunrise went to sleep on the seventh day with the happy thoughts that in the morning, she’d wake up back in her own bed being roused by Vestri.

The next morning, the same alarm woke Sunrise. Bolting upright and jerking her head around in confusion, she thought, No no no, this isn’t right! Vestri said a week! It’s been a week! She tallied up the days in her mind a few times to make sure. A week alright, so why am I still here? Is he picking me up later in the day? That must be it! I wasn’t given a potion last night! Sunrise breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, that was it. It slowed her beating heart once she realized what was happening.

When Threon came to get her and noticed her happier than usual expression, he outright laughed at her, leaving Sunrise to wonder why. As the day went by and she got through her pile of work, Sunny’s hope began to flounder. No matter how many times she looked up, Vestri did not magically appear. By the end of her work, the poor mare’s ears were low and Spring Flower kept looking at her strangely. When Sunrise asked Threon for her usual bottle of potion, the unicorn didn’t go to Lacy Binds this time. She’d paid off her debt to Satin Cloth. Instead, she headed in the direction of the palace.

All around her, the Hearth’s Warming celebrations went on throughout all of Canterlot. And everywhere Sunrise looked, she saw Reds with their masters. Not all masters were cruel or vindictive. Many were nice and loving. And without Vestri, Sunrise could see the joy many Reds had with their masters, and it only soured her mood further.

By the time Sunrise reached Canterlot Castle, her feelings were conflicted enough to leave her ears drooped lower than an elephant’s. Did Vestri abandon me? she asked herself constantly.The mare made her way toward the servant’s entrance, and was nearly there before a Red in a maid’s outfit grabbed and pulled her aside.

“You’re not allowed to be here! We were warned to tell a male if we ever saw you!” the mare exclaimed, a look of alarm plastered on her face.

Sunrise sighed and was about to reply when a familiar voice called out to her. “Sunny? What are you doing here!?” Turning, the mare saw Fine Line. Her former assistant’s hairstyle was done up in the way it’d been before the Fall and she looked rather well-groomed. Sunrise ignored those things and ran to Fine, enwrapping her in a hug. When Fine Line returned it, she whispered to Sunny, “You shouldn’t be here. Master Vestri will be very irate if he heard you were around.”

Swallowing, Sunny refused to let go of the hug, “I don’t care. I had to see him again. My week’s up, but he hasn’t come to get me.”

“Sunny, didn’t you hear?” Fine Line sympathetically nuzzled against Sunrise’s neck. “Vestri’s thinking about keeping me. If he heard you were here...”

Sunrise froze in place and her breast grew cold. It can’t be true, Vestri wouldn’t abandon her like this! Sunny was his perfect little mare. ...Wasn’t she? She suddenly slumped and let go of Fine Line.

“I really have to get back before Master asks where I am. We have a feast in the main hall coming up and he’s bringing me. Imagine it! I’ve never been to one of these! I mean, I’m lucky to see more than mare kibble!” Fine Line exclaimed, nearly dancing in place. “I have to go, but, just try to be good, alright? Threon doesn’t put up with any misbehavior.” Fine backed away and smiled widely at Sunrise, giving her a wave before retreating back into the servant’s entrance.

Sunrise stood there for a moment until a sob racked her body. No, if I was his perfect little mare, he wouldn’t have done this. He wouldn’t have abandoned me! All Sunrise could think about on the way back was how she could have been a better mare for her master. By the time she arrived back tears ran down her face nonstop and her mind was a jumble of emotions that only made her all the more confused and depressed. When Sunny got back to her cubicle, she simply curled up on her bed, wrapped herself in her blanket, and shut out the rest of the world.

It was less than two weeks to Hearth’s Warming Day, and each day that went by blended into the other for Sunrise. For her, there was little joy in her work, in socializing with the other mares, or even when the occasional stallion came to her cubicle. Even those times that Threon took her, Sunrise could barely find any motivation to do a good job. For her, hearing that Vestri may have abandoned her left her broken with no direction.

Day by day Sunrise worked on her reports, ate her kibble, and occasionally visited Lacy Binds to model for Satin Cloth, just for something to do. And as each day went by, her will lessoned all the more. Why should she bother with anything when her beloved master had abandoned her to this dreary existence?

As the days approached Hearth’s Warming, Sunrise contemplated Fine Line’s fortune and her own fate. But most of all, she ruminated on Vestri’s story. She looked back on how she’d behaved and saw he was right. Here she only had a bed, food, water, and cold baths, and every mare received them except for those that performed above what was asked. But when she’d been with Vestri, she’d gotten palace food, a comfortable bed, playtime quite often. Treats. Clothes. Even a stipend from Vestri. She realized that it was never hers to begin with. At any time, Vestri could have taken them away, but he didn’t. She hadn’t earned them, Vestri was simply deciding to allow her the benefits.

And thus she cried.

The days counted down until Hearth’s Warming Eve. Many of the mares had been given the day off to enjoy the day and night with stallions and stags who had taken a liking to them. Except for Sunrise. The most Threon had done for her was bring her a fresh bowl of water in the evening and a rather pathetic looking salad to go along with her usual kibble.

Sunny smiled up at him and bowed her head. “Thank you, Master,” she said, though the smile felt fake. She watched him walk off without a word and sighed to herself. Maybe I should just see him as my real Master by now and please him. It’s not like he’ll let Satin Cloth buy me. She set about eating her salad, munching the leaves of lettuce and various vegetables without much thought. Once she finished, the mare took a deep draught of her water. Shortly afterward, Sunrise felt tired. Not like it matters if I stay awake or not. Spring’s not here to talk with and I have nothing to do. A yawn escaped her lips and Sunrise curled up on her pillow. Maybe Threon would spend the day with her in the morning.

During the night, Sunrise dreamed that Vestri had come to retrieve her, the entire time carrying her back to the castle and smiling down at her. When she woke up, tears sprang to her eyes and leaked into the cushion beneath her. It just wasn’t fair. Of course I’d dream about him. Why wouldn’t I? Sunny silently rubbed her eyes and curled up beneath her blanket further. No waking alarms scheduled for today. I’ll just stay in bed until Threon’s ready to get me. Maybe he’ll give me something to do.

The clopping of hard hooves on marble alerted her to Threon’s presence. Sighing to herself, Sunrise readied to get out of bed when the caribou’s voice hit her like a truck.

“Going to stay in bed all day, Sunny, or are you going to show me what you have planned with this dress and gear you had sent here?” Vestri asked Sunrise.

Sunny jerked upright with her mouth agape. Around her was Vestri’s quarters. Beneath her, her bed laid with her warm blanket. Even the familiar smell of the place was there. If this is a dream, please don’t let me ever wake up, she thought, yelling, “Master!” The unicorn lept out of her bed and stumbled before running over to Vestri and latching around his waist and chest in a massive hug. Sunrise couldn’t help it when she broke down into sobs, shoving her face into Vestri’s chest to cry out all the frustration, depression, and feelings of abandonment.

When Vestri’s gentle hands wrapped around her, all Sunny could do was cry all the harder. “You left me… you left me!” she gasped through her sobs.

Vestri bent down and lifted Sunny into his arms. He stayed silent until he’d carried her over to his favorite chair. Seemingly not minding that his chest fluff was becoming soaked, he stroked a large hand over Sunrise’s head. “It was necessary, pet. You would have come back and reverted back to your old ways,” he explained, brushing his thick fingers through her mane and shushing her. “Are you going to behave from now on? No more thinking that everything is owed to you?”

She felt betrayed hearing that, then suddenly ashamed of thinking Master Vestri would ever do that. Sunrise Splendor’s sobs quieted down and she sniffled against Vestri’s chest. That was the question, wasn’t it. Would she ever do any of that again? No. I don’t want to go through that again. I want to be good for him. “Yes Master. I won’t ever misbehave like that again.”

“Good,” he responded and stroked a finger along Sunrise’s chin. “Your little ‘pet’ Fine Line seems to want to strive for better than what she has now. She wants to find a good master of her own and keep him happy. So it looks like this little trade did good for her as well. Now…”

Vestri reached over the edge of the chair and lifted a fancy bag from Lacy Binds. “I think you were going to give me a surprise, weren’t you?”

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Master.”