"Sicut Frui, abicus." Called the stallion from the entrance, waving once and keeping his machete out.

A wild wasteland, it was. Silent Hill had first pick. But honestly, she'd pass on any of that non-connective sex. Why have sex with a stranger when she could get stretched by Huge Oh. The mare wouldn't mind Doctor Brown or even Lilith if they wanted. Deep down, she just knew that ponies... were trouble. And that doing more than sex with them was begging for disaster. Silent was one of those mares that wanted to be told what to do, but not by an equal or someone who put her on a pedestal, no, somepony above her. That was why she would never pick any of her friends. Friends were all equals.

Doctor Brown sipped on imported Cider Cola, bored and lazy with a hoof under his chin. He leaned forward and waited till it was his turn to pick the 'illustrious mate' he was promised by Sweetie's Legion. Because why not pick from a dozen mares of varying, artificial happiness and looseness.

"Do you not like what you see, Mr. Brown?" Asked their taskmaster, who guided them through the selection process, sorting it out in personalities, sexual interests and rates.

"It's not that, Servilibus Chokehold, I'm just not... one for mares. Don't you have any men. Some real, masculine men that can hold me down and make me sore?" He sighed, not ashamed but bored out of his brilliant mind.

Chokehold felt his lips twist into a smile. So it shall be, he stated, calling for someone called 'Brutus.' And down the stairs came a bulky fellow full of heavy, swollen muscle. He was two feet taller than everyone around and wore nothing but a tasset, bracers and a brass mosaic helm. The way his chest puffed out frankly terrified Doctor Brown. It shook him down to the core. He wobbled in his seat as his sheathe grew oiled with need. Brown gulped as he paid his thirty denari and went wide-eyed as he was carried away.

For Silent Hill, she reckoned, it would be no one. Fuck getting pounded or rubbed by some stranger. She'd wait in the lobby and fancy herself with some low-volume Grand Pegasus Radio. It'd stay right by her ears and lay beneath the constant chattering of lonely patrons. She had someone else waiting at home for her. A big mutated dog with a big mutated knot left her empty. And she didn't like it, but she wanted more of him.

"And for the lady Miss Featherscribe?" Asked Servilibus Chokehold, who waited with both forelegs crossed.

"O-oh well, I'm not much for brothels. I'll just wait here with Senior Airmare Hill. No need to bother a mare without denari, right?" She replied somewhat anxiously, understanding she was one mare in a base of a few dozen or so male legionares.

Oh boy, the servilibus sighed beneath his breath. A human. Not just any human, but a machine one too. He'd never seen it in combination before, but apparently he had to give his girls to one. Chokehold let her pick from the vanilla roster. But when Lilith asked for his 'specials'' he couldn't help but smile. Ah yes. Specials were specials. And there was no denying that Lilith, someone he'd heard about when she was Bubblegum Grins, had special needs. Servilibus Chokehold offered another row of extras, presenting them all with great pride.

"Here you will see... a rare and endangered Giant Radbit, our very own Landwalking Sea Pony, the great and powerful Hissy, the last remaining Pure Centaur in Equestria and even... an elusive, near-extinct winterfang."

Eyeing down her choices made her rethink her life. Even if it was a mutie thing, she couldn't deny that somepony was calling her a zoophile sooner or later. The giant radbit, which was a largely intact lagomorphic creature with glowing green eyes and a white coat, was missing skin around it's jaws. The exposed bone went down it's eyebrow and ended just behind it's nose. His nose was cherry red and his stature was tall, almost non-proportional to his stature. Despite being a giant radbit, he was, at most, four and a half feet in height.

His Landwalking seapony seemed more like a mare exposed to the FEV and taint, resembling a seapony adult with spindly, well-toned arms for crawling about. It's tail ended normally and the sickly condition of it's smooth, leathery carapace spared very few scales. Though it didn't seem to need gills anymore, it still had them. Surprisingly, the seapony also owned a full head of sickly, kelp-colored hair. Despite all it's surprisingly equine physiology and accurate seapony look... there was still one problem. It lacked eyes and insteas had a large strip of flesh across the eye sockets. And the teeth were... less than square and friendly.

The Great and Powerful Hissy was a serpentine being with a purple wizard's cap on. Her scales were a washed cyan and she boasted long eyelashes, curly, brown hair and a needle-thin tongue flickering back and forth. Between her cyan scales, Hissy carried a diomandback pattern and a surprisingly functional slit. The slit was proven to be mammalian, as she had a clit and everything. Lilith began to wonder if something... involving gene splicing factored into his special escorts. Normally, reptilians had cloacas.

No words were needed for the pure centaur. She was a centaur with a girly upperbody, a blush to die for and impatient, itchy hooves. Their lower mass wasn't of a godolphin arabian breed, she noticed. It was a mustang bottom, lean and uniform for galloping efficiency. All in all, her strawberry, semi-curled hair tugged at her loins. But that was how human she looked. How innocent her eyes were staring up and down her newest customer.

And then came the winterfang: the ice-breathing, magical wolves of Northern Macintosh Hills. They were sized just under the average pony. That wolf in particular carried a scar across it's muzzle. A deep, fur-devoid 'x' lay carved across the bridge of it's snout. She couldn't fathom how they managed to bring it in. How it was subdued. The winterfang alpha, because only alphas could growl with such intensity, seemed to be perfectly groomed. Maybe nopony else had found the courage to take it down and make it their's. A wide, crooked grin crept over Lilith's lips. She earned a growl and a constant, low snarl from her second choice.

"... I'm taking the bunny first. You better let me reserve the winterfang for after I'm done. I want her all nice and clean just for me."

Servilibus Chokehold sealed the deal by accepting her two hundred and fifty five denari. A deal was a deal. He let her escort the radbit to their desired room. His steps were ghostly for a creature his size. And though he didn't seem pleased at the idea of being used, he did sigh and talk to her with surprising articulation. Not only that but his voice was... surprisingly adult and male.

"So you're gonna make me lick your clit or something, right. Or ride me till you're done a thousand hours later?" It asked, smoking a very fine cigarette and glancing back between little swaggers.

"... Hn, that voice does not go with that body. That's okay, though. You're hot enough like you are. Having that low baritone is just a nice little bonus~ Well, no. I'm gonna take you in everywhere and hold your ears while I do it. You ever had a girl with two dicks before?"

His slow, casual walk crawled to a complete stop. Lilith's radbit dropped his cigarette and had to retrieve it with wobbly, stubby fingers. A rush of heat punctured his ass and left him tingling all over. That human thing wanted inside him. The thought of being her bottom forced his eyes away. He wanted it. His cheeks were ablaze with vivid reds. Before he knew it, he was pressed against the wall and fingered. It was his room. Short, telling grunts erupted out his incisors. His eyes shut  and his shoulders tensed, jamming the key in and forcing the door open.

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Doctor Brown stared up at the stallion twice his size and twice his mass. Brutus was the type of colt others stayed away from. It was clear he was just as excited as Brown. They were both growing. They were both swelling and throbbing from how good it felt to feel another colt brush against them. Rough, powerful hooves gripped his hindlegs and lifted them straight. Brown covered his eyes. He started trembling when one, massive tip entered his rear. The urge to cross his legs forced them together at the knees. Doctor Brown felt his insides ripping apart. His ass was being oiled by another colt's precum. Warm, tingling prods struck his nerves apart, leaving him rigid and blank-minded. All he could do was groan and curse. Brutus was already massaging him where it hurt. He tried begging him to go faster, but he was muffled by his hooves. Hot, squishing muscle struck his prostate apart, stretching and kissing it in all the right spots. He yelped when Brutus flipped him over and enjoyed him like a mare.

"O-ohhhhfuck... fucking Hel, I can't take it-!" He groaned, pressing his muzzle into the mattress.

Brown could feel thick, icky discharge coating his insides. Half of it was his own, blaring arousal, while the rest of it was how hot it was for Brutus to use his client till finish. His lumbering, powerful mate struck him harder and harder, spearing deep enough to rock his curves every which way. The doctor bit his lip and forced his throat against himself. His rectum grew slick and tender. Brutus was already pounding him to the ring. Brown blew his load and grit his teeth. Brutus continued to grind inside his prostate, kissing and oiling him where it hurt.

He couldn't even breathe... His partner was too wide and dense. It stretched him wide open at the ephemeral ring and forced his ass up. Brutus locked him in-place, pinning his shoulders against the bed. Doctor Brown took to squeaking and squealing when he felt the full blunt of hot, sticky cock jamming into his gut. He gripped the sheets and bit them between grating, angry teeth. He worked into a wide-eyed scream. Brutus had crammed his ring inside and held him down to cum. Load after load of colt cream exploded inside of him. There was so much, it leaked out his pucker and drenched the sheets. He lay there shaking and bucking, furrowing his brows at how dense Brutus' prick stayed.

"You're mine for an hour. You better lick me clean." Murmured Brutus, forcing him into a sit and shoving his length in.

"M-mmmhhm-!" His client moaned, wriggling around and fighting for good footing.

"Take it." The stallion ordered, forcing him into a deepthroat.

Doctor Brown was enjoying his domination. His training toward being a good little slut just for Brutus. A low, comely dip took his brow. Doctor Brown could only slurp his cock dry and hope he'd give his ass one more try. It was swollen just behind his prostate. It was pulsing and itching from how much he needed it. Brutus climbed to his hooves and fucked his face on the edge of the bed. Yank after yank of Brown's hair forced them balls-deep. Another, angry buck filled his gullet. Brutus had pulled him down and forced his snout against their mound, squirting was after wad out his slender, mare-like snout. He couldn't even rest. Brutus got behind him, mounted Brown and started pounding him to the bottom. Brown's lips twisted with his features. The only thing he wanted to do was fall asleep.

"Nn-mmhfuckme... I-I can't.... A-aaaggh no- a-aaaha-!" He grunted, shutting his eyes and emptying his sack all over his chin.

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