Scylla found herself riding a wave of tranquilizers, phasing in and out of awareness, or what little she could have had in her predicament. She was bound up, trapped in a net, drugged, blindfolded, gagged, and held within some cramped space. Her senses were thus muted, but she could taste the flavor of her own bikini bottom, smell the fragrance of sweat and flesh, and feel the padding inside of the crate she and her father had been stuffed in. At least she assumed it was Pathfinder, seeing as the gryphons told her they had captured him too, and that the moans of her new, hopefully temporary, roommate sounded identifiably male. Aside from that, all she could feel was a powerful sense of vertigo, which her drug addled mind could only figure was a byproduct of said drugs.

The kelpie, distraught. Sobbed softly into her gag. What are they going to do with us? She thought to herself, her freshly forming tears being absorbed into the cloth around her eyes.

The gryphons said that they would be made slaves, but why? Was it just because they wanted to have sex with her? If that were the case, she would have done so, if reluctantly, back at their home if it would have spared her and Pathfinder this. If she could have even negotiated her father’s release at the cost of her body, she would have done so, but then again the two males that invaded their home didn’t seem like the type to make deals. For a while, these thoughts were the only things Scylla could focus on as she slipped in and out of being awake, the thought process becoming a cycle as she forgot what she had been thinking about, or got distracted by the distinct sense of vertigo she was feeling.

Her crate mate, of whom she had guessed correctly was Pathfinder, was in a similar state of mind, with the drugs in his system making it hard for him to do anything but struggle to open his eyelids. When he found the strength to do so though, his eyes were always met by Scylla. There was hardly any light in the box they had both been stuffed into, but he could tell it was her from her sounds and feel of her aquatic pony skin through the netting that held her.

Unlike his daughter, Path had no information about why they had been taken from their home, so instead of dwelling about what he could have done differently to avert this, he was using his conscious moments to ponder why this had happened and how he could get both out of it now that they had been caught. Problem was the harder he tried to think, the more he drifted back to sleep, which made his plans for escape fairly fruitless.

Unfortunately, this lasted for some time, and all they could really do was await what was coming for them. Eventually the sense of vertigo left them, with Path realizing that the box they were in had been transported via air travel, and they were now feeling ground underneath as their container was placed on a cart and wheeled to its final destination.

“Is this the Vanhoover delivery?” Path heard, muffled and quiet through the wood and cloth padding that held him and Scylla, it being nearly drowned out behind an onsetting sea of white noise. It was a woman’s voice, but he could hardly tell any more than that for the time being.

“Yeah,” said another, gruffer female voice, “It’s the fish mare and her femcolt father.”

Though still muffled, Path recognized this one as the gryphon girl who beat him up before. Gilly, he believed her name was in his drug induced state. So that bitch escorted us personally, Path thought, realizing how her being here would be an issue if he tried to make an escape with Scylla, though in the condition he was in a foal wouldn’t have much issue preventing such an attempt.

“Good,” the first female replied, “Lady Tourmaline has been anticipating the arrival of the kelpie.”

“But not the femcolt?” The gryphon asked, a bit of attitude forming in her voice.

“No,” answered the first female, “He is just going to become general slave stock.”

“Then why did we have to grab him too?” the gryphon questioned in an irritated tone. “I got tackled in the back just so your mistress could have another sissy slave boy in her little pony prison.”

“You appear to be quite mistaken Miss Gilda,” said a new, also feminine voice. Unlike the gryphon’s which was full of attitude, and the first woman’s which was soft and pleasant, this new voice was authoritarian, with a hint of sophistication behind it. “We didn’t request his capture to simply add another body to our kennels. It was to prevent anypony who would notice the kelpie was missing from roaming about freely. Also, this is not a prison, it’s a training facility for wayward submissives. And lastly, Mi Jin is not my slave. Her master is just loaning her to me for a while as she recovers from-”

“Lady Tourmaline,” the first woman cut in, “Excuse my interruption, but if we don’t begin processing soon, the tranquilizers used on the two in the box might run its course, and you know how much of a problem new inductees can get when fully awake.”

“I suppose you are right,” the third voice agreed, “Better to use up their time of docility wisely. Miss Gilda, would you please unlock the box?”

Pathfinder heard a huff, and then a rattling of keys. Finally Path and Scylla were going to be let out, though they weren’t going to have a chance to fight back. Even after all the time it took to get from their home to wherever they were now, Path felt that he could hardly stand, let alone fend off a flock of gryphons. He had to at least try though, as what kind of stallion would he be if he just allowed them to have their way. With the sound of locks being removed from the box, he prepared himself for action. Even if he could only bite down on their hands as they tried to pull him and Scylla out, he was determined to make a mark.

The top opened, light seeping through the cracks in the lid, forcing Path to momentarily shut his eyes. When he reopened them, the light had once more been blocked, which made the pegasus think that his kidnappers had for some reason closed the box again. Then he noticed that the ‘lid’ was moving downwards, and was in the shape of a rather large hand.

“Oh crap!” he yelled out, finding a sudden burst of energy had filled his body when the hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him out of the container with the greatest of ease. In seconds, he found himself suspended over the box, flapping his wings as rapidly as the drugs in his system would allow as a sizable bull held him up by one, incredibly muscular arm.

A fucking minotaur?! Path thought, having to hold his breath in the grip of the monstrous creature. It was bad enough that he had to deal with those agile and predatory gryphons, but an overbearingly powerful minotaur was near impossible for the average pony to overcome physically.

He wasn’t the only one either, as now that he was out of the box, Pathfinder could see exactly what awaited him outside it, and what nightmare he had awakened into. The room itself couldn’t have been any more the depiction of a stereotypical dungeon. The walls were made up of stone block, and was lit by little more than torchlight from wall mounted holders. Along the walls, ceiling, and floor were a variety of holding devices, ranging from simple chained bonds affixed in the outlining stone with metal plates held in spot by large bolts, to holding areas that looked much like prison cells.

He didn’t have to imagine what it would be like if a pony was place inside them, as many of these restraints and holding chambers were already occupied, with ponies of all types caught within them. The white noise he had heard before was the sounds of their sorrow, desperate pleas, and lashes of anger. None of which was given any heed by the unrestrained personnel in the room, of which consisted of an odd assembly of creatures.

First were the minotaur, of which there was at least a dozen. They walked around this rather large holding area completely unabated, apparently acting as guards and wardens. A few took their duty a bit further, tapping at the cell bars with club sized nightsticks, using them to antagonize the helpless and silence the ones begging for release. One even went a step beyond that, and grabbed one of the more hostile mares by the arm when she worked up the nerve to try and attack.

The mare, an earth pony, found herself pulled forward until her body pressed up against the bars, her breasts poking through them as a single bar separated them. The mare tried to fight this with her other arm, but the minotaur managed to trap that one in his grip as well, joining her wrists together in his palm. Trapped as she was, the minotaur took to teaching her a lesson, and with his own guard baton, proceeded to land a series of blows against her vulnerable tits. The mare tried to resist, to pull away and block the strikes with her arms, but the minotaur held her appendages downward, and didn’t allow her to take so much as a step backwards without getting pressed back into the bars, Seeing this unfold, something told Path that most ponies brought to this horrid place didn’t try to fight back for too long.

Becoming disturbed by this prolonged act of sadism, the pegasus stallion redirected his eyes to the other group of creatures in the room, the gryphons. Where there was a dozen minotaur, there were only about eight of the feline fowls in the room, and they were likewise busy. They were going about removing some other ponies from other boxes like the one Path had been pulled from, taking the time to strip them of any clothing they might have had on before chaining them to the wall or placing them in an empty cell. Apparently Pathfinder and Scylla wasn’t the only new arrivals to this terrible place, which worried the pegasus about just how big this operation was.

Aside from these two groups of intimidating species, there were only two others in the room who weren’t bound or imprisoned. Two female ponies, or at least Path believed they were ponies. At least one of the two was identifiable equine, a dark purple crystal pony with long, blue hair flowing down her back, stopping where the top half of her two piece suit did on her body, just above the tail that was sticking out from the back part of her skirt. No, not just a crystal pony, a crystal unicorn. The horn atop her head stood out like a sore thumb, but as he was being choked, he had little desire to contemplate how odd it was to see such a rare, unheard of pony breed standing in aside him.

The other creature though… she was a little harder to determine whether she was truly a pony or not. It had many features that seemed equine, like her horse-like hooves, and the general shape of her body and head, but there were several things off about her. The first thing Pathfinder’s eyes were drawn to was her skin, or what portions he could see that wasn’t covered by her clothing, a secretary style suit similar to the crystal mare, but with the front pulled open to give an open view to her fully exposed bosom, with a pair of half framed glasses on her snout and a clipboard in hand to complete the appearance. The skin was not covered in fur like most other pony species, nor was its bare skin like Scylla’s. It instead appeared to be covered in a bunch of large bronze colored scales, smooth ones that overlayed over one another much like a snake’s.

Continuing the snake analogy, the creature’s neck seemed a bit longer and slenderer than an average pony. Almost like a pony and Llama mated, and created something in between the two lengths. Not that Path saw much of it though, as she wore around her extra long throat a piece of neck gear that covered it in its entirety. Because of his own exploits into the more kinky aspects of sexuality, Path was able to identify this as a posture collar, and it was only by its shape that he could grasp an idea of what her concealed neck looked like.

Then there was her mane and tail. They were both of a snowy white, which in of itself was not odd. Ponies did have a wide variance in hair colors after all. The style of it was peculiar though. The hair on her head was short, and flowed downwards until it arced off in different directions, becoming somewhat jagged in shape. Her tail, while long, was of a similar pattern, and it made the mare look like she had been stuff with a lightning bolt, and all the energy had went from her head to her hooves, grounding itself in the earth as the plasmic energy exited her form.

This analysis of his surroundings took little over half a minute to make in his panicked state, and before he could be in danger of asphyxiation from the minotaur’s grip, the crystal mare said, “That’s enough Sartek. You can set him on the floor.”

With a snort from his snout, the minotaur compiled, lowering Path to the ground and loosening his grip only to let the pegasus breath, which the stallion did liberally when given the opportunity. Before long though, he gave the obligatory questions all abductees had to eventually ask their kidnappers.

“Who are you?!” He demanded to know, adding to it another inquiry of “What do you want with us?!”

The unicorn lifted her hand to the front of her muzzle and gave a few short laughs into it. “They are always so cute when they act tough in the face of their superiors. Don’t you worry though, we will train that mean streak out of you soon enough.”

Path glared at the crystal unicorn angrily. She was treating his questions like they didn’t matter, ignoring them while mocking his actions. He did however understand why she acted that way, seeing all the other prisoners there were present. This wasn’t her first rodeo, and there was little Pathfinder could do even if the same were true about him. Those that were kidnapped were rarely at an advantage over the kidnapper.

“Please...” he said, accepting the position he was in at the moment; naked, drugged, and within the grip of a creature nearly three times his body mass, “Tell me what is going on here. Why did you kidnap me and Scylla?”

“Hmm...” the crystal mare hummed, lower her hand and revealing a wicked smirk behind it. “Seems you’re a quicker learner than most.” she said as she began circling around the pegasus.

Pathfinder tried his best to keep his eyes on her while he could, and responded with, “I can see that at the moment I have no way of getting out of this. I’m in an unknown area, completely surrounded, and overpowered.”

“Smart, cute, and aware of his position in life,” the mare said, placing a hand on his side from behind, “I like. Sartek, please release this stallion. I would like to talk to him without the hostilities.”

The minotaur did as the unicorn requested, and removed his hand, only so the mare could replace it with her own, much daintier hand.

“Let me make you a quick deal Mr… um…”

“It’s Pathfinder, Lady Tourmaline.” said the reptilian mare near them, having found the stallion’s name in the papers on her clipboard.

“Pathfinder, of course.” the crystal mare continued, “If you allow me to touch your body, and do so in silence, then I will tell you all you need to know about your current situation. The moment I hear you make a noise though, you will be sent off to be processed. Is that understood?”

Path was about to answer her, but then caught himself in the trap the mare was presenting. Anypony would probably do one of two things right now. The first was tell her off if they didn’t care what she had to say, which would have them carted off immediately. The second, if they did wish to get some sort of information of what was happening to them, would be to say something like ‘Yes’ or ‘Fine’. Very few would realize that a mare like this had already started her little game, and that any verbal response was failure. So with this in mind, Path gave a nod, telling the mare behind him that he truly understood what she wanted from him.

“Well then,” the mare started, moving the hand at Path’s side up and down, while resting the one partially around his neck on his shoulder, “I suppose I’ll begin this bout of exposition by answering the ‘Who are you’ question. I am Schorl Tourmaline, though most call me Lady Tourmaline. I am a... collector, I suppose you could say, of both rare and submissive creatures. I am also an advocate for the ideals of natural supremacy.”

With that said, Schorl took her body and pressed it against the pegasus’ back. She must have been enjoying herself, as he could feel her heart heavily beating through her suit jacket.

“‘Natural supremacy? What’s that?’, you might ask yourself,” she went on to say as she moved her groping hand to his chest, feeling around liberally as if she were mapping out his body with only the sense of touch, “To put it simply, it is the idea that there are two types of ponies in the world. Those destined to rule, and those destined to serve. The strong, the highly intelligent, the willful… the wealthy; they make up the former of these two groups, and are destined to be the rulers of this world as much as your cutie mark makes you destined to be… whatever it is your occupation was before arriving here. Then there are those like you, who are to put it nicely, are lacking in all these fields. There is nothing inherently wrong with that though, nor is it meant to be insulting. It’s just the rules of…” Schorl said, the tone of her voice turning from ‘explanatory’ to ‘sultry’ as her hand slowly ran down the fur of his chest and belly, “Nature.”

On the utterance of that final word, Schorl jetted her hand downwards and grabbed ahold of the sack positioned between Path’s legs. The pegasus felt her grip and caress the holder of his testicles, playing with them with one hand, being enthusiastic about the act, but careful enough not to hurt him as she did. The attention to such a sensitive part of his body made Pathfinder pant audibly, but the noise in the room from the other captives were preventing the crystal pony from hearing this, else she was letting it slide to allow this game to continue a bit longer.

While she showed no signs of detecting the sounds Path was making, she showed much delight in his movements. No longer could he just hold still as she had her way, as his body squirmed and his dick began to grow out of it’s sheath against his will. Not all were amused by this though, as one of Schorl’s entourage was becoming increasingly annoyed by all this.

“Can I get paid for this loser already?” asked Gilda, glaring at both the ponies in front of her with her arms crossed.

“My dear Gilda,” Schorl say to the gryphon, not ceasing her fondlings for a moment, “Is something the matter? I would think someone as fierce and ruthless as yourself could handle watching a cutie like this getting molested without getting flustered.”

Gilda’s feathers ruffled a little at that, but settled down quickly as she turned her head and closed her eyes, “That’s not it.” she refuted, “This is just a waste of my time, and I’m not getting paid to watch you play with a guy’s dick.”

The gryphon’s words made Schorl’s ears perk up even higher than they already were. “Very well then. Mi Jin, I want you to mark down on the ledger that Gilda will get double the agreed upon payment.”

This cause Gilda’s eyes to pop back open, “Double?!”

“If she is patient and watches me molest this stallion till I’m satisfied.”

The promise of her payment multiplying pulled in Gilda’s attention, and she locked her eyes on the two ponies, watching them like a hawk, or perhaps an eagle in her case.

“Good, now where was I?” Schorl asked aloud, pleased that the gryphon was as predictable as the rest of her greedy race, “Oh yes…” she continued on, grabbing the Pathfinder’s cock, “The other thing you specifically asked, ‘What do we want with you?’. Well by now I think it should be fairly obvious, but we want to make you a slave. The inferior must submit to their greaters, and what better way to do that than to bonded to one in servitude.”

The blunt declaration of the crystal unicorn’s intentions was shocking for Path, but so too was her gentle strokings of his shaft as she said it. She was really getting off to the idea of enslaving him against his will, and the feelings of discomfort she was making him have during all this. Anya had warned him in their own experiments into BDSM of people like this. She called them ‘predatory doms’, describing them as those who had very aggressive and dominant personalities, and enjoyed preying upon those too weak to resist their urges and desires. When he had heard of them though, Pathfinder just assumed they were the type to tie down their partners while they were asleep and tickle the frogs of their hooves until they came themselves. Little did he expect something to this degree.

“And that is why we brought you here, to the ‘Equestria Trainers’ Society’.” Schorl announced with pride, doubling the pace of her strokes. “This is my own personal training facility/slave taming business where we take submissive ponies like yourself, who don’t yet comprehend that their purpose in life is at the end of somepony else’s leash. Here you will be trained to submit, serve, and optimize your abilities to be the best slave pegasus you can be for your new master or mistress...” Schorl brought her muzzle close to Pathfinder’s ear, and finished her statement with “Whether you like it or not” to press the point that the pegasus’ feelings on the matter were inconsequential.

If this mare was to have her way, he was going to be tamed, brainwashed, and trained into a sex slave for some random mare who would then rule over his life. Wait though, he thought, Did she say ‘master’!? Knowing that she did, Path felt an ill sensation crawl up his spine. With that, and the gryphon’s tendency of calling him a ‘femcolt’, Path was getting increasingly worried about what his kidnappers had planned for him. Despite his girlish appearance, which caused ponies to sometimes confuse him as a mare, Pathfinder had no interest in other males sexually. Some stallions had made offers to date him, or went so far as to ask if he would sleep with them, but he was straight and never so much as humored the idea that he could be gay. If he were forced into having sex with another male, that would be his number one nightmare come to life.

Or number two, as he was quickly reminded that there was one other thing that he hated more than the idea of taking it in the rear from another stallion when one of the other minotaur in the room came over and reached into the box that still contained Scylla inside. When the bull pulled his arm back out, he brought with it the kelpie, still caught in the net she had been wrapped up inside.

“OH!” Schorl practically squealed at the sight of her, releasing Pathfinder from her grip to rush over to Scylla’s side. “Is this the little fish mare I’ve heard so much about? She does look like a cutie in her little net, and is that... Why yes it is. She has little gills on her cheeks. How adorable. Do you think that red hair is normal for them?”

Schorl went on and on, clamoring over Scylla like a foal would some animal at a zoo, all the while Scylla making sounds of worry and discomfort from behind the gag in her mouth. She must have been so confused and scared about what was going on, and Pathfinder didn’t blame her for being so. This whole ordeal was terrifying, and she didn’t even have the luxury of being aware of her surroundings. All she knew was there were a bunch of ponies making sounds of dismay, anger, and pain all around her, and that meant she would be doing the same herself shortly.

“Schorl,” Path said boldly as he faced the crystal mare, looking a bit silly with his dick still sticking out from her attentions to it, “I understand that you want me to be a slave, but I beg you not to make Scylla go through this too. She’s too-”

“Weak?” Schorl interrupted, “Innocent? Fragile? Timid? Some other trait that makes her perfect for the training we provide here?”

“...Special to me... to see her go through this.” Pathfinder said, finishing his statement. “I don’t care what happens to me, but please let her go. If you do that, I’ll do whatever it is you want of me.” Schorl looked back to Pathfinder, the expression on her face a bit stunned. Something Path had said touched something within her.

At least that is what he thought, until she took that sympathetic look and turned it into a cruel smile moments later. “Sorry, but no can do,” she answered, the glee rolling off her lips. “It’s a sweet sentiment, and you deserve a medal for such selflessness, but we have very important plans for this one.”

“But-!”

“And even if we didn’t, we couldn’t so simply release her back into the public. The whole point of why we bothered to capture you with her in the first place was to prevent you from reporting her disappearance. Why should we assume she wouldn’t do the same, especially for somepony as valorous as you?”

Path had already know that he wasn’t there true target, having heard the crystal mare say so while he was still in the box, but for some reason he had hoped that the offer of a new, completely obedient slave would have peeked her interest.

“Besides, eventually both you and this one will obey the will of The Society regardless. To be honest, you have nothing to offer us.” Turning her back to the netted pony, Schorl fully faced Pathfinder, for once looking him eye to eye, “But… I do understand your position. If my information is correct, you are this mare’s adoptive father. That must make you feel a great deal of responsibility for the girl.”

“That’s right.” Pathfinder replied.

“Then I’ll cut you a small break.” said Schorl, “I’ll allow you to accompany her during her processing and comfort her in this time of need. Normally we keep male and female slaves separate from one another unless they are working or serving a member together, but you are her father, so I don’t think you’re going to try any funny stuff. At least I hope you’re not in one of those kind of relationships.”

“Gross...” said Pathfinder, catching Schorl’s implication of incest.

“Then we are in agreement, for now at least.” Schorl responded, “You can follow us to the processing room and-”

“Actually Lady Tourmaline,” Mi Jin said, cutting into what Schorl had to say for a second time during this encounter, “Your schedule has you in a meeting with Mr. Tailwind.”

“It can be pushed back a while. This is a bit important.” said Schorl, wanting to wave off any other prior engagement in order to see how things turned out with the Society’s newest exotic slave mare.

“It’s about the Griffonstone delivery.” Mi Jin added.

The mention of that particular detail gave the crystal pony pause. Then she placed her hand on her chin, contemplating her options and weighing them against one another. This lead to her mumbling to herself as she paced back and forth, but finally she let out a muffled yell as she clenched her face tightly and screamed into her closed muzzle.

“Fine! I’ll go see Gadwall, but I’m not happy that these two events are conflicting with one another!” Schorl yelled at the lizard-like mare.

“My apologies Lady Tourmaline.” said Mi Jin nonchalantly, “If it pleases you, I’ll submit myself for proper punishment during this evenings’ free time for this lapse in judgement when it comes to your appointments.”

“Yes, do that.” Schorl said, “And see to it that the kelpie and her father make it to the processing room.”

“And would you like me to have the father fill out a contract?” Mi Jin asked.

“Yes, yes,” Schorl answered with a dismissive wave of her hand, “Sartek, would you please accompany me to meet with Mr. Tailwind?”

“And what about me?” Gilda said before the crystal mare left the room.

“Oh yes, your payment,” Schorl said aloud, having truly forgotten about Gilda in all the excitement, “Come along and I will get things settled for you. I’ll even throw in a little bonus on top of everything for being such a good sport about all this.”

Gilda smirked, “Now that’s more like it.” she said following the crystal mare and her minotaur bodyguard out one of several doors that lead out of the room.

Having left, it appeared that Mi Jin had been left in charge of things, and with the authority granted to her by Schorl, she started listing off orders. “Demus,” she said, addressing one of the minotaur that appeared to be standing about more than the others, “I need you to come with me and Rubric to escort the kelpie and her guardian to the processing room.”

“Fine,” the minotaur said, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, “I was getting tired of guarding these whiny, untamed slaves anyways.”

The minotaur holding Skylla’s net, of whom Pathfinder deduced was Rubric, tossed it and the sea mammal over his shoulder, prompting a sound of discomfort from Scylla, and a “HEY!” from Path as he protested her treatment.

“Mr. Finder,” Mi Jin said, finally speaking to the pegasus stallion directly, “I suggest that you not yell at the guards. They get a little testy when the slaves start showing resistance, and will have no issue in disciplining you on the spot if they feel like it. Take this as your first and only warning.”

“But-” Pathfinder tried to interject.

The scaled mare wasn’t hearing it though, and stepped away from Pathfinder before he could cause an argument. “Come along Mr. Finder,” she said as she opened a different door from the one Schorl left out of, allowing the minotaur carrying Scylla to walk out ahead of her, “Unless you would rather forgo the privilege Lady Tourmaline granted you and stay here.”

While Pathfinder of course wanted to stay with Scylla, he wasn’t really given the chance to say yes or no as Demus grabbed him by the mane and lead him to the door by force. Pathfinder, unable to do anything else, stepped quickly to minimize the pull as they left the miserable dungeon and the other poor souls locked within its walls.

Once outside the dungeon, Pathfinder found himself in a brightly lit hallway. The pathway had a marble floor, which had a blue carpet laying atop it that was rolled down it from one end of the hall to the other. The walls themselves had several fineries lined up on them, ranging from extravagant paintings, busts of important historical ponies, and draperies made of fine, obviously expensive, fabrics. It looked like a small fortune was spent on this hallway alone.

He had to take in the grandeur of it all on the go though, as Demus kept shoving him down the walkway to keep up with the others. Pathfinder did want to stay as near to Scylla as possible, but the shoving was not appreciated in the slightest. Thankfully it stopped once he made it aside Mi Jin, who was trailing about a foot behind.

“We have a moment until we get to the processing room,” Mi Jin said to Pathfinder as the group walked along, “So I’ll take this time to explain what you are to expect from your stay here.”

“Great…” Path replied, certain that everything she would say was going to be awful.

Mi Jin ignored his sarcasm, and proceeded, “As you are aware, both you and your daughter have been enslaved. As of the moment you were pulled out of your shipping crate, you were considered property and slave stock of The Society, to be used for the purposes of entertainment until a better use for you comes to light, or you are sold off to one of The Society’s members.”

“Entertainment?” Pathfinder asked.

“The Society is a business, Mr. Finder, one that caters to ponies of unique tastes. Ponies who enjoy seeing others in extreme or unusual forms of bondage, watching the tears flow down the cheeks of a helpless victim as their asses are mercilessly paddled, owning a slave who has been trained to believe that they are inferior to a mare or stallion who holds their leash, or simply raping a pony who cannot fight back against them. I could go on with examples, but I believe you get the picture.”

“Right…” said Path, his level of discomfort rising with each of these examples.

“There are a surprising amount of ponies with these fetishistic desires, and Lady Tourmaline, the founder of The Society and owner of this facility, does whatever she can to fulfill these desires, so long as the pony can pay for such experiences and privileges in one form or another.”

As Mi Jin went on, it gave Path ample time to look her over a bit more. Just as he had thought, she was covered in scales, with the only visible portions of hair on her body being atop her head. While looking at her head though, he noticed a little more that he hadn’t in his panic earlier. In her mane, almost hidden, were a pair of small, bark colored nubs sticking out. They looked sorta like antlers, small ones that barely popped out of the mare’s skull. That made Mi Jin’s species even harder to decipher, as all equine races he knew didn’t have such appendages.

Moving downward from there, the pegasus’ gaze locked onto that collar around her neck. He had worn a few collars himself in his time, when he was with Anya, but nothing quite like this one. Getting a better look at it, the neckwear appeared to be custom made to perfectly fit her throat, crafted from a black gemstone of sorts that had been smoothed out so that it had nary a sharp edge upon it. About three fourths the way up it the crystal had a small bump that was hollowed out in the middle to create a small D-loop, one that was unseparated from the collar’s main form, which allowed a golden ring to go through it to create a place to hook a leash. The top and bottom of the collar were trimmed with a similarly golden metal, which did make the collar very attractive to look at, but something about the piece of bondage gear was off.

From where Path was standing, it looked as if the smoothed gemstone wrapped around completely, and had no latched, locks, or hinges to speak of. It was as if it was completely sealed, which would mean that it would be irremovable. Perhaps her mane was just blocking the lock, or perhaps this was the extent that The Society went to prove they owned you. That thought was disheartening, but allowed Pathfinder to learn something; that it appeared Mi Jin was as much a slave of this evil organization as he and Scylla were now.

“As a slave of the Society,” Pathfinder heard, tuning back into Mi Jin’s lecture, “You have no rights except those bestowed upon you by your owner, and a promise that no permanent damage will be done to you, however the exact definition of what is considered ‘damage’ is vague. Just assume it means that you won’t be maimed, scarred or otherwise crippled. Beyond that though, your body can be altered to fit your owner’s ideal image for you, and tattoos, piercings, and even brands can be placed upon you so long as they are considered tasteful.”

“Tasteful?” Path had to inquire.

“Lady Tourmaline prefers that all slaves be left presentable to the public, and thus has created a few rules for slave owners to follow to keep them that way, and give a bit of protection to the slaves. For example, an owner is not allowed to brand the word ‘Bitch’ across your forehead, or use a tattoo to cross out or cover up your cutiemark. However, I have seen some owners use tattoos to accentuate an existing cutiemark. Some look quite lovely.”

“I’m sure…” Path said, hoping that his own cutiemark would not be altered in such a way.

“An owner also can’t remove a slaves teeth to prevent biting, or make you blind or deaf because they think it would be amusing. Lastly, under no circumstances is an untimely death of a slave considered acceptable.”

“And what happens if these ‘owners’ break these rules?”

“Then they end up as slaves themselves.” Mi Jin said bluntly, “And they get to see how it is to be at somepony else’s mercy. Needless to say, no member of The Society is willing to risk that for a cheap thrill.”

“Anything else I should know about this?” Path said with disdain, though actually wanting to know more about his and Scylla’s supposed rights here.

“Only that all aspects of your life are now to be decided by your owner, who is currently Lady Tourmaline herself by default. This includes your appearance, clothing, diet, sleep schedule, hobbies, physical health, sexual preferences, partners, kinks, and breeding.”

“Breeding!?” Path said in shock.

“Yes, should an owner see it fit, they can have you sire offspring. Perhaps you’ll find a mistress who thinks you’re met her physical or mental requirements to be the father of her child.”

“That’s…” Path felt his wings rise a bit a the idea of that. There was something kinda kinky about a woman purchasing you so she could ride your cock and steal your genes. Was that Schorl’s intentions for him? He couldn’t deny that she was an attractive, if incredibly evil, mare, and the thought of having her shimmering crystalline body against his, naked, moving up and down as she… The pegasus had to shake away the flustered feelings of arousal that were starting to overcome him. “There is no way I could do that!” He shouted, his face blushing from the embarrassment of his thoughts.

“We’re here,” Mi Jin said, paying no heed to his outburst.

Pathfinder looked beyond the minotaur in front of him, and spotted a door blocking their way. This must have been the previously mentioned processing room, so just past it awaited Scylla and his fate.

Without wasting any time, the two minotaur entered the room, taking Scylla with them. Pathfinder tried to follow, but before he could set one hoof inside, a clipboard slapped him hard across his bare chest.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, the impact stinging slightly.

“Before you go in,” Mi Jin stated, “I would appreciate if you signed the paper I placed at the front.”

Path took the clipboard in hand, and looked at the sheet of writing at the forefront of it. It looked like some sort of document covered in all sorts of legal mumbo jumbo. He never really had much luck deciphering this sort of stuff. If anything, Scylla was the one to do that, as she was the one who usually looked over their business documents to make sure everything was in order.

“What’s this all about?” Path said, scratching his head.

“It’s a contract that pretty much states that you are submitting yourself and your daughter to a life of servitude as slaves.” Mi Jin answered, “It state all of what I explained on the way here, plus some added information, such as how all property and forms of income you have acquired and will acquire will now belong to your respective owners, and includes a non-disclosure agreement stating that you will not discuss what happens in The Society’s walls with any non-members or non-slaves should you leave this facility.”

“You can’t expect me to actually sign this.” Path protested.

“No,” Mi Jin replied, “I expect you to fight, and curse, and be as resistant to this process as possible, as does Lady Tourmaline. Before you toss that chart down in disgust though, let me ask you if you think it’s worth the effort.”

“What do you mean?” Path asked, not really understanding the point of this if they didn’t really think he was going to sign it.

“Do you believe that the contract in your hands is in any way a legally binding document? It is filled with illegal actions and things that infringe on the Equestria given rights of ponies. Even if it could be used as a real contract, you are clearly signing it under duress, and thus it would not stand up in a court of law. The only reason that piece of paper exists is so Lady Tourmaline can have something she can put away in a file cabinet, for the sole purpose of pulling it out later and smirking at it because you put your name on it. Your signature on that piece of paper means nothing save for serving as amusement for her.”

“Then why should I sign it?” questioned the pegasus, finding the whole thing even more pointless now.

“Because if you don’t sign it then she will have to find her amusement with you and your daughter elsewhere, and that usually involves long sessions of torturous BDSM play with little restraint made on her part. So ask yourself: Is the denial of her satisfaction really worth the punishment you both will receive down the line?”

Pathfinder looked at the paper again, considering his options, or lack thereof.

“If it helps with your decision, Lady Tourmaline does appreciate obedience, and signing that might even make things easier for the two of you.”

“Right, I get it.” The stallion said, taking a pen from off the clipboard. Finding a line at the bottom, he put his name down on it in cursive. “There, does Scylla have to sign it too?”

“No,” Mi Jin replied, swiping the clipboard and her pen back from the pegasus, “As her legal guardian, your signature can count for hers too. Now if you would, please step into the room and submit yourself to processing.”

Reluctantly, Pathfinder stepped into the room, ready as he would ever be for this terrible experience to begin.

Mi Jin stayed in the hall, taking the door and closing it as Pathfinder entered, but not before saying to the pegasus, “Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Finder, and please... enjoy your stay here at The Society.”

Author's Notes:

Guest OC today is Mi Jin, who belongs to Trendy Law, and will be acting as Schorl's personal secretary for the remainder of the story. BTW, while I have not explained her species yet, I have tried to describe it the best I could, and I'm wondering if anyone can identify it bsed solely on the description. Feel free to leave a comment below if you feel you've figured it out.