Scylla and Charming Tale stepped out of the hall and into a brand new area unlike any of the others they had been in before, one that looked to be modeled after a sleazy night club. It was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from some strategically placed neon fixtures that bathed the room in different shades of colors, perhaps to lead patrons of The Society from one area to another. A short glance from one light to another gave Scylla this impression, due to the things she spotted in each spot.

A section bathed in red had several small pole-dancing stages set up, each occupied by a pony who was actively trying to keep the attention of those seated around them, a job not made easy with the new arrivals. Under a blue light was a bar where a mare wearing a collar was serving drinks like any ordinary bartender, giving a shot of scotch to a stallion wearing an expensive looking suit as he stared at her naked body from the opposite side of the structure separating them. A green section was reserved for tables in the center of this large room that served as a dining area, with even more slaves walking around in uniforms made to look like skimpier versions of waiter and waitress would wear at a fancy restaurant, with breastless shirts, crotchless pants, and skirts with cut out fronts, none of which were restricted to a single gender.

At the opposite side of the entrance, there was the purple section. It held a rather large stage that was currently empty, but no doubt was where the public performances that Mi Jin talked about earlier where held. From the way she described them, Scylla wanted to stay far away from that location for as long as she was a slave, never wanting to be up there and tormented for the amusement of The Society’s sadistic members.

There were a few other color-coded locations, but Scylla had no time to try and figure out their purpose. She had already been standing at the room’s entrance for a few minutes, as had Charming, and by this time others in the room had started to gravitate their attention towards them. Many, but not nearly all, had left their seats to come and greet the two slaves personally. Mares and stallions, all members of The Society that were interested by this new treat offered to them.

“What do we have here?” asked the first pony to get within a foot of the mares, a clydesdale stallion whose size was between that of a normal pony and the minotaur the girls had gotten so acquainted with. Cupping his chin in one hand, and the elbow of that arm in the other, he started his own evaluation of the two girls as others gathered around. “That kirin said we were in for a treat, but I don’t think any of us were expecting this.”

“They certainly are a sight to look at.” said another stallion, having already made his assessments of the two, liking very much what he saw.

One by one, the ponies came up to them, but all stopped roughly a foot away or more as they came to take a look. The distance was odd, and a little unnerving to Scylla, mostly because up until this point no one at The Society respected any kind of personal space. Here in this room though, one filled with rapists, kidnappers, and slavers, all were keeping a respectful distance.

“Forgive me for asking, but are you a seapony?” a mare asked in a pompous tone, one wearing a fancy and formal dress that Scylla wouldn’t have expected to see in a place like this.

Remembering that she was supposed to answer questions, Scylla tilted her head down a little, placing her vision on the hooves of the members, and said, “I’m a kelpie.”

“A kelpie?” a member questioned aloud, “I’ve never heard of that before. Is that some sort of mix-breed?”

“Don’t say that!” a female member scolded, giving the questioner a hard smack on the chest, “Do you know how rude that is?”

“Kelpies aren’t mix-breeds anyways,” another corrected, “They are more like a fresh-water version of sea ponies. Interesting that Lady Tourmaline managed to get her hands on one though. They tend to be reclusive.”

“Well this one does seem to have a bit of shyness in her.” commented the mare who originated the conversation on Scylla’s species. “Just look at how she retreats behind her friend.”

Unbeknownst to Scylla, at least till the mare brought it up, she had unconsciously tiptoed over behind Charming. Becoming aware of this only compounded the embarrassment, and forced a blush to her face that she could feel as the heat rose in her cheeks, which of course only made her embarrassment worse. She was so self conscious about being the center of attention that she felt like a bashful child being introduced to a group of strangers, finding herself unable to do little more than hide, quiver, and speak small replies when spoken to.

Luckily she had a more brazen friend at her side who was not intimidated by the size or bluntness of this crowd, or at least had the ability to hide it much better than Scylla could. Seeing that Scylla’s timid nature couldn’t be helped, Charming would just have to make herself stand out even more.

“Hey, I know my friend here is super cute,” said the pink unicorn, taking a step forward, “But she’s not the only one here. How about sending me some of that attention too?”

With a wink and a sashaying of her hips, she stepped forward to put herself center stage before the members of The Society. While it might have been strange to say, she had dealt with ponies of this type before. Not slavers and outright rapists, but those who were perverse enough to ‘play’ at the roles. Several times when she went someplace to publicize one of her books, it would take place in some secretive and isolated events where the attendees openly flaunted their sexual fetishes. While nothing bad ever happened at these places, the unicorn had worried the first few times that she would end up in a situation much like the one she was in now. Charming wouldn’t be too surprised if she saw some vaguely recognizable faces here, as either a slave or a member.

“Hmmm…” One of the stallions hummed aloud, considering if this mare was worth his time when a much more exotic slave was just behind her, “What do you all think? Is this one worthy of being called an ‘Element of Servitude’?”

“She does have a nice figure,”, said another male, “Slim and slender, but lacking in muscle tone. And her breasts… By the look at them, they are barely an A-cup.”

Charming had to force herself to smile through those jabs. Where Scylla was getting back to back compliments because of her species, it felt like she was mostly getting criticized. The unicorn liked to believe she didn’t care what people thought about her appearances, being the pseudo shut in writer that she was, but no woman ever wanted to her that their body was sub par. Sure, her chest was a bit underdeveloped, but her tits weren’t so small that they couldn’t be considered below an A. She swore that one of her ancestors must have been a pegasus to curse her breasts with such an unimpressive presence, and for just that moment wished that they could inflict on that potentially non-existent great parent the same embarrassment she was feeling just then.

“I think you all are being too judgemental of the girl,” said a mare, “A petite body structure can be very appealing in a slave.”

Charming’s irritation lifted a little at the opinion of this new mare, who clearly was a cut above the rest when it came to understanding the worth of another mare’s body. For a moment, she didn’t care if this member was a disgusting rapist who might pay to have Charming lick her snatch clean. At least she had the ability to see the beauty that was to be had from not having watermelon sized boobs.

“Small breasts give off a very youthful appearance in mares,” she went on to say, “And it’s always nice to have some young, adorable thing around to complement your own, more mature features. ”

And just like that, all faith in this mare was shattered for Charming. She could feel her admiration vanish like somepony had flipped a switch inside her, turning it into a mild loathing for this pompous mare. How dare she say that her youthful body was ‘adorable’ and imply that it lacked maturity. Once more she had to stifle herself from revealing that these opinions impacted in a personal way, even though she wanted to give each of these ponies a good punch in the gut.

“It would be really cute to have a girl like her around the house in a maid uniform.” An earth stallion aside the mare stated, a bit too gleeful with his idea, “Having her dust the shelves and bring me food, scampering about to complete chores, then giving her a pat on the head as a reward upon completion. It would be such a darling sight to see.”

As the group went on and on about how cute and adorable Charming was, she could feel the frustration inside her build till the smile she wore on her face to hide it became obviously fake. Not that the Society members noticed, as they were all too busy going back and forth with each other, humoring the ways that they would belittle a mare like Charming by treating them like some sort of indentured serving filly. From doing dainty chores, to reciting poetry, to playing a flute or a harp, each idea floated around just having their own cute girl to just have around to look nice.

Never did this vear into sexual connotations either, with the closest thing to that being some humoring the idea of playing dress-up with such a mare. If it were Nightshade in her place the bat mare probably would have complaints about how none of these ponies, who had been hyped up to be depraved molesters, were not treating her like a piece of meat and trying to bend her over to fuck her on the spot. She never expected to have feelings like that herself, but with her pride hit she kinda wished that at least one of the ponies would say something about her sexual worth, and not that she was just something to have around for her appearance.

“Well enough of this mindless prattle.” said one more of the ponies shrouded by the dim lighting, “These two have received more than their fair share of complements. We really should be getting to the real purpose of this encounter.”

“The real purpose?” Scylla asked, still trying her best to hide behind the confidant unicorn.

“Yes,” she heard the voice reply, “This is suppose to a learning experience for the two of you. Call it your orientation. During your time in here, you’ll learn much about what it is to be a slave in The Society.”

“At least when it comes to the club rooms.” added a mare.

“Rooms?” Scylla said, catching the use of plural, “As in ‘more than one’?”

“There are several areas like this one, with perhaps some small variance between them. It allows for multiple events to happen at the same time, if needed, and if one room needs clean there are a few more that we members can go to instead.”

Scylla could follow the logic of having several rooms like this, but what they had trouble with was where all the bits came from to make them all. This one alone looked to be a small fortune in its design, and there were more just like it somewhere else in this facility. The members of this organization were wealthy, but Lady Tourmaline must have been richer than Princess Celestia in order to create an elaborate and extravagant den of debauchery such as this. If it was made this way to draw in customers, then Schorl surely had lost out on more money than she could ever recover. It made it look like the crystal pony had a poor mindset when it came to business, but this whole thing could have just some kind of expensive personal hobby that she was willing to share with others for a price.

“So my two lovely ladies, shall we begin?” the stallion asked, his question being rhetorical as the two didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

“Might as well.” replied Charming, taking Scylla’s hand in hers, “But is it ok if my friend and I stay together? So we can get the same information and share our notes.”

“How cute,” the stallion said, once more hitting that sensitive button of Charming’s, “You two are free to stick together if you want. None of us are going to pull you apart when we don’t have permission to use you.”

Hearing that calmed Scylla a little, knowing now that at the very least she would have somepony she knew nearby at all times. That Charming called her a friend also helped, instilling some trust towards the unicorn inside the kelpie.

“Follow me then, and pay close attention to everything I say. Don’t want to have to repeat myself.”

Some of the other members gave slight mutterings of how they wanted to be the ones to guide the two slaves around, but most were happy enough to let the more vocal stallion take charge of the two new slaves for now. They had already gotten what they wanted out of this meeting, which was to see the new meat that would soon be on the menu. The crowd dispersed rapidly now that somepony took up responsibility for Scylla and Charming’s introduction into their servile education, with a large percentage of the ponies returning to their seats to enjoy the things that brought them to The Society in the first place this day, leaving only a few to follow the stallion and his newly acquired slave entourage.

With the entrance doors closed, and having spent a good amount of time peering into the darkness, Scylla and Charming adapted their eyes to the dim lighting of the club, everything had a shaded hue to it, but they could easily see everything at this point. The stallion ahead of them was a pegasus, one with either a dark blue or black coat. There really was no telling which with all the different colored lights in the room causing colors to mix. Probably an intentional design to obscure the identities of members if one of the slaves ever managed to escape. Same went for the color of his wave, short cut mane, which could have been practically any light color as it seemed to change colors as they walked by different sections of the room.

“To begin our tour,” the stallion said, walking into the the place where all the tables had been set, “We have the serving area. This is where you will be assigned if you do a good job, bring in customers for private sessions, and make your owners lots of money.”

The stallion pointed through the tables, landing his finger on a mare walking from table to table with a tray in her hands, a uniform on with a short skirt that barely covered half her upper thighs on her body, and worry on her fairly pretty face. One look, even at a distance, could tell anypony she was fearful of what could happen to her in this room.

“While serving food and drinks to the members is the main job of a waitress or waiter, some are given bracelets like that one to let members know that they’re free to touch.”

Hearing this, Scylla and Charming were able to spot the bracelet the pegasus was referring to, it being wrapped around her right wrist and sporting a rather large, diamond shaped gem on it.

“They are locked onto your arms, and cannot be taken off without a key. They were changed to be this way after a few slaves thought it would be a good idea just to remove them. Not only were they punished, but they caused Lady Tourmaline to design these better bracelets because of it.”

As the two initiate slaves watched on, the members who were keeping an eye on them began to figure out exactly who they were being directed to observe. Not wanting to mislead the girls on how free use waitresses were used, a few of them started to use the liberty granted to them by the establishment to fondle the mare as she passed, slipping a hand between her thighs to graze her flesh, planting firm grips on her ass, or going so far as to put their fingers under the miniskirt of her uniform to press their fingers against the folds of her pussy.

The waitress did her best to ignore the molesting hands attacking her body, so that she may do the job forced on her by this establishment, clenching her body to harden herself against the touches while shutting her eyes to tone out everything happening to her. That only got the members more interested in her though, seeing this mare’s resistance as an amusing game, one that others in the room were starting to catch onto. All across the serving area ponies would call on the waitress to take an order or for refills on drinks, forcing her through a gauntlet of hands that were caressing and stroking any part of her they could reach while seated.

It was amazing how quickly it went from just a few ponies doing it to practically everypony in this area joining in, with Scylla and Charming seeing the whole thing unfold before their eyes. For all they knew, this might have just been a common event, but the coordination with the members on how to make this one mare miserable was amazing in its own way. Eventually though, this had to stop, and so it did when the waitress finally signaled the end with an unfortunate accident.

Every hand made her more and more uncomfortable, sparking feelings in her that this girl didn’t want to feel. No doubt brought here through circumstances that matched Scylla and Charming’s abduction, she was no more a willing participate in this as either of them, and thus the humiliation of the situation overcame her. With a single knee jerk reaction that came from when one of the members swiped their fingers across her vagina, the waitress’ back tensed up of its own volition, causing the tray she had been holding to fall out of her stunned hand, Everything she had on it hit the floor, making a mess of food, liquids, and broken glass. In defeat, the waitress hung her head, bested by the members in this battle heavily weighed against her.

The members themselves got a good laugh out of this victory, and returned back to their own business, getting other servers to get them their refreshments, while a mare in a maid’s outfit walked over to the one they had tormented so, handing them a broom and dustpan with a force that told she was displeased.

“Just so you know,” said Scylla and Charming’s pegasus guide, “Damaging or breaking any Society property is a punishable offense for slaves. I would highly recommend you not follow in that slave’s hoofsteps.”

With the entertainment revolving around the mare over, the pegasus saw no further reason to stay in this section of the room. He headed elsewhere, and while they were reluctant to do so, the two mares followed him. If it was up to Scylla, she would have gone to help the waitress clean up, as it was entirely not her fault that the accident happened. She would probably get in trouble if she didn’t tail the pegasus though, so in her fear of reprisal she obediently went where she was expected to go.

“So as you might have been able to notice,” Scylla heard the guide say as she made it back to his side, “We don’t really use this for explicitly sexual acts. We might have some fun, play around with the slaves, and get a little hands on, but there is an unwritten rule about members having sex in the club rooms.”

“So you have some kind of ‘keep it in your pants’ rule you all enforce?” Charming asked, legitimately curious at how a group so focused on sex could reach this kind of agreement.

“Not strictly,” he replied, “But we all mostly agree that there is a place for such acts, and in here that place is up on the stage.” Pointing to the purple section, the stallion made sure both slave mares were aware of the currently vacant space in the room. “Up on the stage, one has free reign to do as they please to a slave in exhibition, That way, if anypony wants to expose themselves to a crowd, they can, and if anypony wants to not see that sort of stuff, they can sit in a seat faced away. The bar is also placed in such a way that a turn of the chair can give you either full access to a show, or none at all.”

“That’s actually a bit clever,” said Charming, making mental notes about the layout of the room, and how they helped this concept of everything being focused to the stage, while at the same time arranged so you didn’t have to acknowledge its existence if you really didn’t want to.

The only problem was that you’d still hear whatever was going on happening, but for some reason, Charming didn’t really think that was something the members really cared about. What they wanted was an environment where they could indulge in their kinks and urges, without having to put up with everypony else’s in the process, and without something like the stage to be there to signal when somepony was going to express their potentially irksome desires, ponies might do their debaucherous acts anywhere in the room, at any time. This would undoubtedly lead to somepony doing something that would be seen as untasteful to another, which could lead to all sorts of other problems. With the members all being those who were full of themselves to the point they believed they could claim ownership over another pony, conflicting opinions of how to do things when it came to this secretive sexual slavery sect could easily cause a divide, so it was best for business that each member were allowed to turn a blind eye when something unappealing met it.

“But what about those booths over there?” Scylla asked, noticing a few right next to the stage, pointed directly at it, with the only thing to look at if one were to try and look away being the wall they were connected to.

“How astute, Submission.” the pegasus replied.

“Submission?” Scylla replied back, thinking that the stallion was wording his sentence weirdly, or was missing a few words in between.

“That’s your Element, isn’t it?” the stallion asked, knowing the answer. “The members all took to calling the ‘Element Series’ slaves by their designated attributes the last time around, as it was easier than remembering a bunch of names, and I personally see no reason not to continue the tradition. They do make for cute nicknames for you lot.”

“So there were a set of Elements before us,” Scylla figured, before connecting that with the fact that Schorl had said the raffle she, Charming, and the others participated in was the second one. “Are the other Elements here too?”

“I’m afraid not, Obedience,” answered the pegasus, taking pleasure in using the element names, “They have since left the facility. Lady Tourmaline said they had an important purpose to fulfill elsewhere, but I assume they were just sold off to some rich ponies in far away lands. Perhaps the Saddle Arabians have an active slave trade that we are Equestrians are unaware of.”

The two girls had a good idea that the elements before them probably went to other minotaur, but there was no reason to correct the stallion in that matter.

“But going back to your previous question, why don’t we take a better look at those booths?”

Following the stallion, they got to one of the seated enclosures. Getting closer, a small bar connecting the top parts of the seats on either side of a booth table, with lengths of cloth hanging down from them on rings.

“Oh!” Scylla said aloud, figuring out how they fixed the problem she thought came with these kinds of seatings, “There is a curtain you can close.”

“Yes indeed,” said the pegasus, “These curtains allow us members to block out anything that makes us uneasy, if we wish.”

“I’m betting that’s not their only purpose,” Charming said, quickly seeing what else they could be used for.

The stallion laughed, as did those few members who stuck around to see what these new slaves would get into. “Yes, some fooling around does happen behind these curtains with the slaves from time to time. Kissing, groping…”

“Sex.” Charming said bluntly, not at all taken in by this mild attempt at misdirection.

“Yes, yes, there are times that a member will bend the rules slightly. Get a blow job behind these shrouds, or a more interactive lap dance. That is why it’s always best to get to a table before anypony else. And luckily, it seems that this one has been unused today.” The stallion slipped into the booth, claiming it for himself. “Shall we ladies?”

The stallion, sitting as far back in the booth as possible, gestured for Scylla and Charming to come sit next to him on either side of him. Seeing no other options, and assuming that snubbing him would lead to a bad referral later, they slipped into the table just as he wished, with one girl on either side.

The pegasus, getting exactly what he wanted, gave a triumphant look to his peers. Instantly they discovered his real plan in taking up the mantle of showing these girls the ropes, and were now kicking themselves for not thinking of something similar as well. The pegasus, having the girls now as his own personal escorts, sent the other members a wave of his hand, dismissing them from acting as entourage. None of them took this well, but weren’t about to argue the point. It wasn’t like they were playing an active part in the training of these mares, so they had little say about whether or not they deserved to share in this pegasus’ plans. They might not have wanted to, but they resigned to letting this stallion have his way for now, and left him be with what would be a short lived prize.

“Ahhh,” he said as he relaxed, draping his arms around the shoulders of the girls on either side of him, “That’s much better. That rabble was just making things weird, don’t you think?”

“Umm… yeah…” Scylla replied, finding it much weirder that this random stranger had his arm around her, and that his hand was traveling down her body towards her breasts.

Before it got all the way there, however, the pegasus stopped himself to use that hand to instead call a serving pony over to him. “Waitress!” he said, standing up as well as he could in his seat, lifting the arm he had around the kelpie to make sure he was noticed.

The first waitress that noticed him rushed over to the table as fast as she could get there, the male servers all ignoring his call as he specified exactly what it was that he wanted. “Hello sir,” said a rather buxom unicorn girl with a ring around her horn, “What may I serve you?”

“Well normally I’d have you serve a piece of that pie you’re keeping between your legs,” said the stallion, crudely joking with the enslaved mare, “But today I’d like three tall glasses of spiked cider. One for me, and two for my guests.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” Scylla started to say.

“You’re right. I don’t have to, but I’m doing it because I want to. Now get a move on, waitress.”

The unicorn rushed off as quickly as she came, heading straight for the bar to get the ordered drinks.

“This is very kind of you,” Charming said, “But are we even allowed to drink on duty?”

“Relax,” he assured, “Slaves are allowed any luxury or convenience given to them. If a member thinks you are deserving of some jewelry, then you are permitted to take it. In fact…” Reaching into his pants pocket, the stallion pulled out a large stack of paper slips. He took a moment to divide them up, passing four to Scylla and four to Charming, repocketed the rest.

“What are these?” Scylla asked, examining what was handed to her. The slips of paper themselves were made of white construction paper, but had several things printed on it. Most notably were the words ‘Official Slave Bond’.

“They are an idea one of the other members came up with,” said the stallion, “A white mare who joined our ranks a little while back’. She thought it might be a good idea if we could tip the ‘submissives’, in order to incentify good behavior. The idea has been in effect for a while, there has been some notable improvement in the slaves because of them. Each one of those slips of paper are worth a fourth of a bit. If you are tipped enough of them, once a week you are allowed to go to a slave exclusive store in the facility and purchase things like candy bars, perfumes, books, jewelry, and other approved personal items to make your lives as slaves more pleasant. Save enough and you can even be permitted something like a few hours in The Society’s private movie theater.”

“Hmmm… so another thing to get us to comply and see the rewards that come with servitude.” commented Charming.

“Exactly,” said the pegasus, not catching the discouragement in Charming’s voice. The unicorn saw this as what it really was, which was just another for of conditioning.

The members would make you work your ass off, almost literally, just for a meager snack or some small trinket. These four slips alone were just enough to get a Hayday candy bar if the estimation given was to be believed, and their was little reason to think that they would be handed out in such a quantity each time. No, this was just a taste of the ‘fortune’ a slave could amass, something to get a captive focused on the goal of reclaiming something they use to be able to get on their own terms. Whoever this white mare was, she must have been a very devious member to come up with this idea. Making ponies work much harder to be rewarded with much less.

The explanation of the slave bonds gave the waitress just enough time to return, carrying all three drinks with her. One by one she placed them down in front of their intended drinkers, until her tray was empty and her role fulfilled.

“Hmph, I suppose that is worth a small bonus.” said the pegasus, not all that impressed with the serving slaves time or presentation. This was just a good opportunity to demonstrate the tipping system. He took a single bond out of his pocket, and proceeded to place it flat on the table, setting it near the center. “But you have to work for it. Arms behind your back, bitch.”

The waitress did as she was told, and crossed her arms behind herself, cupping her shoulders in her hands. “Mouth only?” she asked.

“Too easy.” said the pegasus, “I want to see you get it using only your tail.”

With nary another word, the waitress turned herself around, facing her back to the three ponies seated in the booth. She then scooted herself backward and lifted her body up an inch so that she could rest her butt on the table’s edge, making her rounded cheeks go into view from out of underneath her short skirt. Now partially seated, she proceeded to move her tail to get at the piece of near worthless paper money. It started with a flick of the hair strands, making the tail go up in a jolt only so it could drape back down on the table. The motion brushed the bond a little, causing it to move, though not in the direction of the mare. It went off to the side a bit, spinning it on spot more than making it go anywhere of worth. This didn’t discourage the mare though, and as soon as the tip of her tail brushed the table she lifted it up again to try once more.

“What a lovely display, isn’t it?” the pegasus said, casually pushing the full glass of alcoholic cider closer to Scylla, “A pretty, nubile girl, working her best to do her job. Working up a sweat. It’s the kind of thing a stallion can really appreciate.”

Scylla took her drink in hand, but refrained from actually drinking from it as she watched the other mare try with all her might to receive her tip. Each motion of her tail made her bottom bounce a little, which was the real intent of this exercise she assumed. As hard as it was to get the piece of paper to move one inch with her tail of hair, Scylla could only think about how that kind of trick wouldn’t work on her at all. If this stallion had tried to get her to do the same, all it would take was a simple scooping of her tailfin to get the hardly worthwhile prize, and leave the pegasus wanting. Then again, he would probably be aware of that and make her do something else just as degrading.

The mare bounced herself for the amusement of the stallion for several minutes, but ended up getting the slave bond over to her. Once close enough, the pegasus gave her permission to take it and leave, to which she did so with great pleasure. There was a recognizable resentment from her towards the pegasus that Scylla could recognize, putting the general consensus towards the members from the slave staff at mostly negative. It was relieving to see that there weren’t really many ponies here with the mindset of the bat pony she had been in the company of for the previous week, as it would be disheartening to say the least to be surrounded by those ecstatic about having their freedom stripped away.

With the mare gone, the entertainment she provided to the stallion left with her, which in turn directed his attention fully back to the mares at his sides. “Haven’t touched your drink I see,” he offhandedly said to Scylla, “You know, I paid good money to get you that.”

“I-I’m just not that thirsty is all.” Scylla replied, knowing that her refusal to drink was not going to be ignored.

“An aquatic pony like you not being thirsty?” the pegasus said, giving a racially insensitive joke, “Come on, it’s not gonna kill you. Just loosen up a bit and have a few rounds on me. I demand it.”

Charming looked up from her own drink, having worked it to about halfway already. “Just give it a try, Scylla,” she encouraged, “It’s really not that strong. I could probably kick back five of these before without a problem.”

With Charming backing up the pegasus in this matter, Scylla had little choice but to comply. Grabbing the glass, she put it to her lips and sipped a bit out of it. The cider tasted mostly sweet, with a mild bite to it indicating that there was alcohol in the drink. The presence of alcohol was worrisome for the kelpie, but at this low a percentage she hoped that she would be able to handle it. She would stick to small sips, and only when her host was looking. That was the plan she had in mind for the drink.

“Good, that’s more like it. For a moment I thought you were trying to insult me.” said the pegasus as he placed his arm back around Scylla’s shoulder, reacquainting himself with her body. With the complete disrespect of personal space this stallion had, it wouldn’t surprise Scylla at all if this was the only way a guy like this ever touched a mare. Then again, he was showing much more restraint than her master did. At least he was just trying to cop a feel, and wasn’t reeming her over breakfast.

Thinking of it that way, and taking another few sips out of her drink, Scylla relaxed a bit. It was actually kinda reassuring with that notion in her mind now. At least this guy isn’t the most terrible guy I’ve ever met. Repeating that in her head, Scylla chuckled to herself. If and when she got out of this situation, she would probably see most stallions that way. Almost made her wonder if she would develop bad tastes in men because of it. Already the jerk who was now cupping her tit while he talked to Charming was looking spectacular when compared to the bull who had her as a literal breeding tool.

“A writer?” the pegasus said, squeezing and releasing his hand around Scylla’s breast in a slow, gentle rhythm, “That is an interesting occupation. Anything I’ve ever read?”

“Not unless you’re into stories of girlish stallions being force fed plastic dicks at both ends by lots of dominant mares.” Charming replied, trying to deflect this stallion’s advances just a little. He had made to her clear what his type was through his actions, and being that he was a member, it gave the unicorn the idea that he wasn’t into strong, willful mares.

“Oh! I remember that one!” Scylla said, recalling a book she had in her private collection that featured just such a scene, “Wasn’t there like eight of them with three guys.”

“Umm… yes, actually.” Charming answered, finding it odd that Scylla, the shy and reserved sea mare, got the number of participants right.

“They had all kinds of fun with the boys, taking turns making them beg for the mares to take them up the butt. Then they went on to tapping their balls with a crop till they got sore.”

“That’s… well…” Charming hadn’t really expected this, caught out of her element by a surprising fan that came from an unlikely source. All she could say in response was “Seems like somepony has taken a look at one of my writings” as she took a moderate drink from her cup.

The stallion on the other hand seemed intrigued even more by all this. “Soooo, seems like behind that facade of the timid young mare is a bit of a sex freak. Very nice.” He said, humored by this revelation to Scylla’s character, “And on the other hand we have a girl with a bunch of bad ideas in her head. I certainly would like to let you feel what it’s like to be one of the stallions in your books. Mind giving me a title for that one so I can do my research?”

Charming slunk down ever so slightly, scolding herself for not realizing that she was giving the pegasus ammo to use against her, and embarrassed even more that he was making it clear that he would actually read one of her books. “It’s called… ‘The Trap Tamer Club’.” she said, releasing the title of what would be an instruction manual on how to sexually torment her later to what she now believed would be a future client of hers.

“I’ll be sure to order a copy through The Society. I’m sure Lady Tourmaline would have a means of getting such literature.”

“Of course she would…” Charming commented, her pink fur now having a distinct shade of red in it, the unicorn in a whole body blush that was only being concealed by the lighting of the room.

That lighting changed though shortly after the comment from the pegasus, with all sections save for the stage changing from their respective colors to black as they dimmed to near darkness. The purple stage light itself transformed to a more common white light, and brightened to make it the most visible part of the room.

“What’s going on?” Scylla asked, taking a sip from her cup.

“Seems like we got a show about to start.” explained the stallion, “I wonder who it will be this time, and what they'll do.”

As if to answer him, a masculine voice came over a loudspeaker in the room, announcing to all within it “Fillies and Gentlecolts, today we have a real treat for you all. Our gracious host, Lady Tourmaline, has decided that she would wish to perform this evening, and entertain you all in song as you enjoy the pleasures of her club.”

This announcement started a bunch of whispers around the room, so many that Scylla couldn’t make out what they all were saying. It all came down to one thing though, that Lady Tourmaline performing, for one reason or another, was a big deal. Looking at the pegasus, she could make out in the darkness that he too was gaining some excitement as to the arrival of the crystal mare, and the show she would put on for those there.

Scylla didn’t know how to feel herself, but maybe it would be something that even she could enjoy. It was just a song, so nothing bad could happen during it. Still, all this was working up her nerves again, and in order to calm them down, she took several long sips out of her drink glass. Little did she know at the time what a mistake that was.

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone. Schorl here.

Sorry that this update took even longer this time, but it's not like I've been doing nothing. You see, being a Z tier internet celebrity (the absolute lowest of the low), I have gotten the attention of some fans who want my assistance in some of their projects. The other day I helped one such fan by making a full chapter on their FoE story, to try and help them get motivated enough to continue. That took about a week to do, and unfortunately turned out going south because shortly after it's completion that person simply disappeared. Sucks that I might have wasted some time, should he never show up again, but things like this happen I suppose.

That aside, I was having some issues with this chapter. Nothing too big, but I did have to make a few mental revisions. Like at first I wanted to introduce a character that would have taken the place of the pegasus member that guided Scylla and Charming Tale this chapter. He was suppose to come from the crowd as they were making fun of Charming's cuteness and explain that she was a semi famous erotic novel writer, revealing himself to be her publisher. There was going to be a little back and forth with them, like her bluntly asking if it was his fault she was int there, with him adamantly denying it. However I decided against it for what I felt was an approach that would get them into the club quicker.

I tired to include him again later, at the booth, but I felt it would be weird if he tried to barge into the pegasus' private lesson with the two. I thought that maybe he would try to lure Charming away in threat to the pegasus not letting him join, but then I remembered that the pegasus had a hostage, and odds were that Charming wouldn't just leave Scylla alone with the creeper feeling her up. In the end, I found this character too intrusive, so I simply cut him out. Maybe I'll include him in a later chapter, but odds are that now that I'ce said all this, he'd be just as intrusive if I add him later as he would be if I have added him here. Why is it that even in concept my members have no concept of personal space.