The door closed behind Pathfinder, separating him from the horrific dungeon he had awoken in, and the somewhat less frightening hallway that came after it. He was now in what had been called the “processing room”, and what he saw inside had him looking around, almost stunned in disbelief.

The contrast to what else he had seen in this place was like stepping out of a nightmare and into a dream. The room he had entered looked like a spa, with massage tables, bubbling pools of water, and seats designed for resting ponies as they were pampered with manicures, horn filings, and mane cuts, as well as other such beautifying and relaxing luxuries, were all about this room. If the pegasus didn’t know better, he would have thought the earlier events were all a terrible delusion, and that he had just woken up in the middle of his pre-planned vacation.

What was even more astounding were the creatures attending these stations. Dozens of white-tailed deer, both stags and does, all with small nub-like protrusions on their heads that acted as their antlers, and each busy about tending to ponies that had occupied this room before Scylla and Path’s arrival. Some of these cervids were completely naked, showing their full forms to the world as they went about the task of spa worker, straddling the backs of ponies as they applied pressure to key points of their muscles and spine as the ones under them laid face down on the massage tables. Others wore skimpy pink nurse outfits, stags included, as they took syringes filled with substances unknown to Pathfinder, and injected them into some of the equines, aiming their needles at very sensitive areas around the crotch and rear.

Lastly, there was a singular doe walking around in a white coat, front open with nothing underneath. She was going around and inspecting the progress each deer was making on their… clients, Pathfinder decided to call them, in the attempt to make this seem more pleasant than it probably would be. With that unique look to her, Path assumed that she had some more authority than the others. What that truly meant though, was uncertain, as all of them wore collars around their necks, each of a variety of styles. Making an educated assumption, Path figured the collars weren’t some sort of fashion statement these deer were making, but an indication that they too were enslaved. They looked a little too content with their current situation if that were the case though, with most smiling or giggling as they went about their business.

Their presence also brought to mind one glaring question to Path’s mind: Where did all these deer come from? He knew of the rumors saying there was a small kingdom for deer that lived in the Everfree Forest, but he didn’t believe that the settlement was large enough that so many could go missing without somepony noticing. Surely if there were signs of mass abductions, then somepony like the princess would have been alerted to it. So where did all these deer come from?

Pathfinder was not left to wonder about this at the entrance door for long, as the minotaur named Demus spotting the pegasus dallying, and came over to push him along. Pathfinder quietly complied, allowing the minotaur to guide him in the direction the other minotaur was taking Scylla.

The eventual destination they were led to was a sizable masseuse table, one big enough for two. The table, which had a covering of firm padding atop it like most tables of its type, also had several chained shackles coming out from its center, two sets near the foot of the table and two on the opposite side at the table’s front. It was their presence that made Pathfinder observe the table more thoroughly, and see that there were also large straps on the sides, with two buckles for them placed in the center of the table, to which he assumed they were used to further bind a pony in place.

This discovery caused him to take a second look at the other pieces of furniture around, and lead to him figuring out that all the devices had similar setups to bind their occupants into them. In fact, upon further inspection, he could see that the restraints were being used on all the other ponies there already. It seemed that Schorl was very careful about how she allowed her enslaved ponies to relax, and wasn’t about to risk an escape attempt mid-session.

It gave the otherwise relaxing spa atmosphere an oppressive aura, one that might dishearten those who the chains were meant for, but Pathfinder couldn’t let that happen. Not when Scylla was depending on him to save her. With this many precautions set up against their escape, this was not going to be easy, but the stallion promised to himself that he would find a way.

As Pathfinder scoped the spa for anything that could help he and Scylla with just such an escape plan, the minotaur carrying Scylla decided to set his captive down. Pulling the net that held her back over his shoulder, he raised it above the table and proceeded to drop Scylla down on it. The kelpie let out a meek yelp at the sensation of falling and the sudden stopping a split second later, but aside from being overcome with shock, she was not harmed from the incredibly short plummet.

“Kelpie,” the minotaur said to her, his voice deep and filled with a powerful presence, “I am going to untie you now. As I do, you will stay as still as possible. Do you understand?”

Still gagged from her initial abduction, the aquatic mare gave a whimper and a nod in return.

“Good,” The minotaur replied, reaching for a sizable knife at his side.

The gryphons had tied the netting around Scylla in a heavy knot, and the minotaur had not the patience to undo it. With a careful placement of the blade and a swift swipe of it across the fiber strands, the netting fell down around Scylla, removing one of the many bindings that held the mare.

Scylla felt the absence of the net but continued to hold still for her captor. She was too scared to make any movement, save for short and rapid breaths. The only thing that kept her remotely calm was the thought that her father was close by. She had heard Pathfinder talking to a few women, heard one of them explain to him that they were her property now, while the other explained some sort of rules she was too panicked to understand. Had he not been around, she wouldn’t know what to do except cry, but there was a sense of security felt with the knowledge that he was watching over her.

From behind the blindfold that was formerly her bikini top, Scylla heard the rattling of keys and then felt the chains that had held her wrists and ankles fall off her. “I’m going to remove your gag and blindfold now. You will remain quiet as I do. Understood?” She heard from the unseen male, to which she could only nod again.

The man slipped his large fingers into the straps of fabric, and pulled them from the kelpie’s head, returning to her the ability to both see and speak in one quick motion. With her vision unobstructed, she could see the massive minotaur standing in front of her. Scylla knew that her captor was big from the feel of him as she was carried here, but still, the sight of him towering over her while sitting atop a table no less, was intimidating.

He was a mountain of a creature, with muscles that were chiseled like stone. His biceps alone looked like they could crush iron between them, and his hair covered pectorals had a density to them that few ponies could hope to match. It was clear just by the sight of the beastly bovine that he would have no trouble tearing her in half if he wanted, and that alone gave the kelpie reason to continue obeying his demands, as his fearsome visage and grumpy expressions gave her the notion that he was not one who appreciated misbehavior from his prisoners.

As she stared at the minotaur, fearfully awaiting what was next to come, she heard her father’s voice from beside her, “Scylla,” he called, running to her side and taking her hand in his own, “Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

“I-I’m fine,” She replied, more startled than physically harmed. This was all so surreal, as being kidnapped was something she thought only happened in stories. Never did she believe that it was something that really happened to ponies. At least not to a pony as insignificant as herself. She was just a mare who ran a counter in a map shop, not a princess or the heiress to some multi-million bit company. Why in Equestria would anypony want to do this to her and Pathfinder?

With Scylla unbound, the bull’s attention shifted. “Xenia!” He yelled, disrupting whatever peaceful atmosphere the room had beforehand.

The booming shout drew the attention of most those in earshot, but of them all, it particularly drew the gaze of the one doe wearing the white coat. At the call of her name, she practically pranced over in excitement.

“Master Rubric,” she said, addressing the minotaur that summoned her, “How may I be of service?”

Scylla and Pathfinder watched curiously as the deer tilted her head downward, spread out her arms, and placed one hoof behind her as she momentarily bent the other leg, giving a short bow of respect to the minotaur.

“This mare here needs to be prepared for tonight’s special event,” The other minotaur spoke up to the deer, “She is to be purified and made beautiful for her future master.”

“Master Demus, pleasure to see you as always,” the deer greeted the other minotaur, turning to him to give the same bow, allowing Scylla and Pathfinder to see that this gesture left the front of the doe completely exposed, and presented her most alluring parts to be on full display from behind her open white coat, “Tonight’s special event?” She then said aloud to herself as she got back on both hooves, “You wouldn’t be talking about-”

“We expect you to work with both haste and quality in mind.” Rubric instructed the doe, “As this is a very special mare intended for a very special purpose.”

Scylla’s eyes widened as she heard this, thoughts running through her mind about what this special purpose was. Were they going to sell her off to some foreign dignitary to be made into one of his harem mares and dance for his amusement? Was she going to be sent to some deep, dark dungeon where her body would be teased and tormented for hours on end, bringing her to the edge of climax over and over again till her spirit breaks? Was she destined to become some common whore, force into addictions to both drugs and sex that would only come at her obedience? Perhaps she had just read too many erotic novellas that featured darker themes, but with all the talk of sexual slavery and how ‘special’ she was, it made her heart race and her body tremble with terror of what would happen if such a story became her reality.

“Understood my masters,” Xenia said with great reverence towards the two bulls, “I shall perform my duty on this young mare with diligence and finesse, as you have come to expect from me…” Pausing for a moment, the deer then turned an eye to Pathfinder, “But what of the pegasus with her?”

“He is her guardian,” Rubric explained, “And the crystal mare has given him special privileges to be by her side during processing. Do with him as you wish, so long as it doesn’t get in the way of the kelpie’s treatment.”

“Will do my masters,” the deer said, flicking her tail a bit in excitement, “I’ll make sure they are both cleaned, ready for use, and made presentable for the Society.”

“Then we leave it to you,” Demus said while beginning to walk off, he only paused a moment when he noticed his associate wasn’t coming along, “Staying here to watch the show?”

“No, I want to get ready for tonight’s event the same as you do.” Rebric replied.

“Then get a move on. You know how these things work.”

As Demus left his fellow minotaur, Rubric stayed behind for a moment longer to look over the kelpie. He tilted his head a few times, viewing her body at every angle he could without moving from spot. It made Scylla very self-conscious, and reminded her that her body was actually devoid of coverings. Instinctually, she covered herself to hide her private areas, an arm going over her breasts while she cupped her crotch.

The minotaur, noticing her shyness, reached out to her. “Don’t you dare touch her!” Pathfinder yelled at the much larger male, to which the pegasus was met by a hand that gripped his muzzle to silence him.

With Pathfinder held in place by his mouth, the minotaur continued his advance on the aquatic mare unhindered. Scylla recoiled slightly, but not enough to avoid the minotaur’s hand. The bull placed his hand under the kelpie’s chin, squeezing firmly enough to force a slightly pained wince from the girl. With her held, he went on to turn her head left and right, twisting it with his immense strength so he could get a better look at her features.

Scylla did her best to comply with his movements, as the less resistance she gave the less it hurt, and eventually was let free from the grip entirely when the bull had become satisfied. “You are a very pretty mare.” Rubric said bluntly, “Your future master will be very happy to have you wearing his collar.”

“Umm… thank you?” Scylla replied, a bit confused about this odd compliment given to her.

Still, it seemed to please the minotaur that she acknowledges it, and he broke what was up until now a generally stoic expression to give her a smirk. “You’ll do just fine here.” With those final words, the minotaur released Pathfinder’s snout and left the two ponies relatively alone with Xenia.

“I think he likes you.” said the deer with a smile, and a bit of a song in her voice.

“He could like us a little less…” Pathfinder said, rubbing his nose.

“Oh don’t give their roughhousing any mind. Minotaurs just like asserting their dominance on the ‘weaker races’,” Xenia said, dismissing the earlier event, “But as interesting as their cultural practices are, I’m more interested in you at the moment.” Just like that, the deer woman took the minotaur’s role in invading Scylla’s personal space, placing her hands on the massage table so she could lean over it into the kelpie. “Your skin is so smooth and hairless. I have never seen anything like this on a sentient being before.”

“Sen… ti… ent?” Scylla asked, unfamiliar with the word the strange doe rubbing against her body had said.

“Capable of thought,” Pathfinder clarified in the simplest terms he could think of, not wishing to cause further confusion for his daughter in this already weird situation.

Placing an explorative hand on Scylla’s body, the deer proceeded to say, “I was led to believe in my interactions with other species that only creatures with fur or scales had evolved to recognize speech patterns, but save for your mane you don’t have either over an inch of your body.” Xenia's hand traveled to the lower half of Scylla’s body and slid between her thighs. “Must be nice to have naturally hairless and smooth skin down here.”

It took a moment for Scylla to register that the deer was touching her labia, but when she did the kelpie scooted across the table she sat upon as quickly as her rump would let her, squeaking out a small sound of discomfort as pull away from the cervine female.

Xenia held up her hands in response to the kelpie’s actions, saying “It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a doctor.”

“You are?” Scylla asked curiously.

“Of course she isn’t,” Pathfinder stated, “She’s just saying that so she can fondle you.”

“No, no,” The deer woman said to dismiss Path’s claim, waving her hand about as if it would push away his words, “I really am a doctor, or perhaps ‘scientist’ is a better word. I know a lot about equine anatomy, and you’re not too removed from a standard pony.”

The insistence of being a scientist was a bit fishy to Pathfinder, as the rumors he had heard spoke of deer being fairly druidic, attuned with nature more than things he associated science with, like complex machines and medicines. Then again, he might have just been overgeneralizing things.

“Now that we have that cleared up,” The deer proceeded to say, “Do you two mind if we get started with the kelpie’s processing?”

“And if we refuse?” Path had to ask, lest he failed at his role as Scylla’s protector.

“Then I have to go get a few of the minotaur masters, they give both your flanks a good paddling, and then you get chained down so we can process you without any further problems. I would rather you just go along to save time, effort, and pain, but if you really want to resist…”

Path could see a worried look growing on Scylla’s face from the deer’s blunt statement of the events that would follow if he tried to fight this, and decided that it wasn’t worth it if it only led to more harm for his daughter.

“Fine, what do we have to do?” he reluctantly said in compliance.

“You don’t have to do anything but watch,” Xenia said, “But the kelpie needs to lay face down on the table and stay as still as possible.”

“Oh no,” Path objected, climbing onto the table himself, “I’m not letting you put her through this while I stand idly by. Anything you do to her, you can do to me too.”

“Dad, you don’t…” Scylla tried to say as Path got into place, she herself repositioning her body so her front half laid flat across the table top.

“I wouldn’t tell you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself, and I refuse to make you suffer this alone.” Pathfinder said sternly, showing no fear of what was to come.

Scylla saw the resolve on her caregiver’s face, and she began to feel her own fear melt away as well, as Pathfinder had hoped it would. Within seconds the father-daughter pair were laying side by side, nude, fronts down, with their privates hidden from each other’s view by the table they now laid upon.

They had both expected the deer to begin with whatever it was she had in store for them, but the deer had plans of her own. Now in position, their bodies lined up aside each other, the deer took the opportunity to take their two pony rumps into her grasp. The two ponies jumped slightly as their rear ends were slapped by the doe, each on the cheek furthest from the other, before the two lumps of butt fat were squeezed to the point of making deep indents around the deer’s fingers. It didn’t stop there either, as Xenia proceeded to place her head between the now shocked and surprised ponies, only to pull them both closer to one another until the innermost cheeks were pressed against her face.

“Such plump pony patoots.” Xenia declared, rubbing herself up and down against the bare bottoms, making sounds of clear enjoyment as she did.

While the doe was deriving great pleasure from this lewd act of ass worship, the objects of her affection were less than pleased, with Path himself being so bold as saying, “Ahem, excuse me.” to her in a fairly annoyed tone.

“Is something the matter?” Xenia asked, pressing her face more into Path’s ass, and going so far as to lick his cutie mark in one excruciatingly long slurp that traveled from one end of it to the other.

Path quivered at the warm wetness felt across his backside, a feeling that pleased his flesh while bothering his mind. “Is this part of our ‘processing’?!”

“Not at all,” Xenia replied with pure honesty, “This is just a little fun before we get started.” Having said that, the deer lifted her head slightly and placed the end of her muzzle at the base of his tail.

“What are you doing n-EH!” Path asked, ending his sentence with a yelp. That yelp then turned to an inward sucking of air through clenched teeth, as the pegasus stallion’s back arched against his will, and his wings likewise turned traitorous by extending to a full spread.

“Did you like that?” Xenia asked, nibbling down lightly at the exact spot where Path’s tailbone entered his rear. “It has been my experience that ponies love having their little crevices toyed with. Around the tail, behind the ears, the spaces around the neck.”

Pathfinder said nothing in return and stuck with sucking and blowing air through his teeth. He knew that if he tried to speak a word, he would only let loose a moan, and he wasn’t about to let Scylla see him forced into pleasure like this.

“And what of the kelpie?” said Xenia, turning her attentions to the sea mammalon the other side of her, “Are you as sensitive there as this pegasus?”

Xenia released Scylla’s buns, and instead took hold of her thick, dolphin-like tail. Just as she did with the kelpie’s father, she attacked the bend of flesh that connected the appendage to the rest of her body.

“EEEEEPP!” Scylla squealed out at the mere touch of the teeth, and quickly pressed her face into the padding beneath her to brace against the surge of unwanted feelings shooting through her. Unlike Pathfinder, she didn’t have the benefit of a layer of fur to defend against the sensations.

“Ooh hoo,” Xenia said as she observed Scylla’s reactions. Not only her verbal response, but the rest of her body as well. Specifically how her tail had taken to flicking about. The mass of muscles was trying to break free from the doe’s grip, actually managing to do so a few times until Xenia reaffirmed her grip. “That is amazing. It’s like your hairless flesh is even more sensitive to touching.”

The doe wasn’t too far off from the truth. Despite her skin being thick and rubbery, the lack of fur pretty much evened out the sensitivity of it. However, she wasn’t flailing about because of a weakness of the flesh, but a weakness of her tail. That part of her body had always been a soft spot for her, and she had to be very careful with it when not in the water. She had always assumed that it had to be that way, that it helped her better locate things while swimming, but right now it was not helping her out as she was being violated.

This only worsened when the doe decided to experiment with this further, and test the tail’s reactions to their limits. With a press of her tongue at the start of its base, Xenia went along the tail’s length as far as she could get it in a single motion. Lightning shot through her as nerves connected directly from the tail to her spine came to life, and zipped as quickly as they could to her brain. Scylla couldn’t help but scream from the intensity of it,

“Brilliant!” Xenia exclaimed, truly enraptured by the pure pleasure the mare was displaying. She was so pleased by this that she gave the tail a few more quick licks, receiving a new scream from Scylla as a reward for each one.

The squeals and screams from Scylla did not go unnoticed, and Pathfinder spotted several of the deer in the area turning their head in their direction. Some of the ones who weren’t busy with other ponies even came over to get a better look at the odd-looking pony making the most delightful sounds.

“Who is this?” asked a stag, placing a hand on Scylla’s body without qualm, showing great interest in this pony who’s breed he had never encountered before.

Xenia stopped taking in the kelpie’s flavor long enough to reply to her associate. “She is a special guest who will be attending tonight’s event.”

“Really?!” A doe said, clearly excited about whatever that meant, “Then can we join in with her processing?”

“I suppose it is time I stopped having fun and actually got to work.” Looking over to the group crowding around them, giving a pout to her fellow deer, “But you know there aren’t enough positions here for everyone.”

The herd around them let out a joined groan of disappointment, knowing that some of them were not going to be allowed the chance to spend time with this new, interesting slave mare.

“Now, now, we must remember,” Xenia stated, picking herself up from the table she had been leaning over, “We don’t do this for our own satisfaction. We do this in service to the masters, so they may flourish and prosper.”

The deer all gave murmurs of agreement, but it was still obvious that they were upset with the situation.

“Now then, for the kelpie I’ll take… you, you, you, and you.” Xenia said, pointing to four stags in rapid succession. The rest let out a chorus of ‘Awww’s, and started to drift back to other parts of the spa room. That was until Xenia said, “And as for the pegasus next to her…” The deer all span back to face the doe, who was already pointing at four other does she wanted for the task. “You can join us.”

The herd dispersed once more, though with four fewer members as the chosen triumphantly skipped over to join with the stags and form a small team.

With her subordinates assembled, Xenia began giving out orders, “This will be a routine processing procedure for the girl. However, the pegasus has requested that he receive everything she does, so make sure to do your best to respect his wishes.”

Pathfinder rolled his eyes hearing this, having long since recovered from the niblings at his tail bone. This deer didn’t care that his wishes were respected, she just saw it as another reason to molest the two of them. She was just as perverse as the creatures she called masters, the crystal mare and the minotaur that worked under her, along with whoever else was part of this so called ‘Society’. He also had no reason to assume the other deer were any different, seeing their enthusiasm towards the idea of joining in on this violation.

“Two of you tend to their bodies,” Xenia instructed, “Two of you attend to their pleasure, and two make sure they are presentable. The last of you can make sure they are well fed. Who knows how long they’ve gone without eating in their travels. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Like a well trained unit, the eight deer broke off and went to their tasks, none of them stumbling over one another as they graceful and non-verbally separated the tasks given to them. As if a mirror image of one another, the does and the stags went to the pony of opposite gender, with one from each team climbing up on the massage table, and two others taking Xenia’s place at their back ends.

The other four rushed off to retrieve items to help with the tasks they were charged with, the ones taking up the job of readying their appearances grabbing small kits filled with makeup and hoof polish, leaving the other two to gather up a food from a buffet table that had been set up in the center of the room.

While this all happened around them, Pathfinder was trying to keep track of what each of the deer were doing, and if they were trying to pull some sort of trick during this, but understood well that there was little reason they had to do something underhanded or sneaky when he and Scylla were at their mercy. When turning an eye to the ones going for food though, the doe that climbed the table next to him decided to climb over the pegasus’ body, and straddled his back between her legs.

Pathfinder gave a small “Oof” as she applied her weight down on his spine, though she was dainty enough that she didn’t actually hurt him. Positioned as she was though, Pathfinder could feel her bare pussy press up against him. Looking to Scylla, she likewise had a stag on top of her, pinning her down with the weight of his upper body, though likewise in a manner that didn’t appear to cause harm to her.

“Now relax you two.” The stag said, leaning forward to place his palms on Scylla’s shoulder blades.

The doe atop Pathfinder did the same, and finished her partner’s line by adding, “And let us do all the work.”

The two deer got to task, and began rubbing the ponies down with their palms. Path, still very apprehensive to this whole ordeal, didn’t exactly follow the instruction given to him to relax at first, but he couldn’t help but give in to how good the rubbing felt compared to all of his previous treatment. He had been very stiff after being crammed in that crate, and the manhandling from that one minotaur hadn’t helped either. As much as he hated to admit it, this was somewhat pleasant, even if the doe had a habit of moving her body so that her mound rubbed across his fur.

“Here you go!” Another doe said as she came aside him, laying down a bottle on the table that the deer on his back quickly snatched up, turned upside down, and squirted the contents of it onto Pathfinder’s back.

Path couldn’t see what it was exactly, but it felt warm and liquidy, though a little thick. As the deer on him rubbed it in, he couldn’t help but feel more and more relaxed, and found that Scylla was also taking this all much better than she probably should, having closed her eyes so she could take in the feeling of her stag masseuse's hands tenderizing her flesh.

The pegasus felt like he could have done the same, until the doe that had delivered the bottle took his wing in hand and stretched it out. This woke him back up real quick, and for once he took his watchful eye away from Scylla.

“Are you enjoying your oil rub?” The doe aside the table asked, his wing in one hand and a brush in the other. The question was somewhat rhetorical though, and before Path could answer, she placed her tool down on his feathers, cautiously brushing his feathers so not to ruffle them.

While not as good as dedicated preening, the brush did help enhance the sensations he was already feeling. Being pampered like this felt undoubtedly wonderful to his body, no matter how much unease it put on his mind. All and all, this small slice of an overall terrible experience was… pleasant, and had none of the other upsetting things involved with it had happened, Pathfinder could even see himself enjoying it.

That is, he could have said that until he felt a pair of hands grab hold of his rump again. This time on both cheeks, forcing the two rounded body parts as far apart from one another as they would go. “What a spreadable rear you have.” A third doe said from behind.

Scylla squealed aloud next to him, and Path knew that she was likewise being handled in such a lewd manner, with everything between her legs exposed to some guy neither of them knew. This was where his patience for this ended, but of course there was little he could do about it. He didn’t have to enjoy it though, which was what he was now set to do, and he took to grumbling aloud as he was groped at all ends.

The deer all noted his apparent annoyance, but his sentiments didn’t matter to them one bit, least of all to the doe that had his ass held in her palms. She was far too busy with other things to pay heed to his considers, like diving her face into Path’s privates. How the pegasus jumped when he felt her mouth wrap around his cock, which had never yet had the chance to resheath itself since Schorl made it come out from its home. At best his cock had reverted to a state of semi erectness, but that quickly changed back to a solid mass of pony meat when the doe surrounded it in the warmth of her breath, and the wetness of her tongue.

And as expected, the stag behind Scylla followed the actions of his female partner, pressing his own muzzle into her unwanting slit so he could join in on orally satisfying his charge. He started by gliding his tongue over her vulnerable lower lips, getting the entirety of her crotch significantly moist in his saliva. Once satisfied with his work, he pushed his tongue into more forbidden territory, entering it into the kelpie’s hole without so much as a word of warning.

Scylla made the most adorable sounds of protest as he wriggled his tongue about inside her, but of course where her mouth said ‘no’, her body whispered ‘yes’ by giving a series of gentle spasms from her honey pot, which had taken to spilling out some of the syrupy nectar it held within. The stag was more than happy to help with this overflow of fluids though, and took to slurping it up in a very loud, and fairly obnoxious way, as if he wanted to make sure to the kelpie that he was not only making her juices flow, but was savoring the taste of it as well.

The sexual attention from the two deer tonguing their privates made the two ponies squirm, grunt, and groan as they both did their best to deny the pleasure building in them, but the other deer just laughed at their attempts. They knew well that there was no refusing the wants of the flesh, and that given time the ponies would beg for this kind of treatment. That was how most ponies ended up after being trained anyways, and they didn’t believe either of these two to be particularly strong of will.

The buck dealing with Scylla’s grooming even had a plan to further intensify her pleasure, and taking a wet rag he had been using to wash down her body as his counterpart brushed Path’s wings, he went down to her tail and started rubbing it vigorously.

“NOOOO!!!” Scylla yelled, her sensitive tail once more at the end of an assault of sensations. The stag had no clue how delicate one had to be when touching her tail, and how much care had to be taken so not to cause her to- “AAAAAHHHHH!!!” She screamed again, having tried to bottle up her emotions and failed.

“Oh wow!” She heard come from behind her, having a good idea what had happened, her face already trying to match the color of her mane because of it. “This one is a gusher. I almost drowned back here.”

“Oooooooo…” Scylla groaned, crossing her arms in front of her so she could bury her face into them. She was mortified, having been forced into orgasm by a bunch of random guys. While she was far from a virgin, she never considered herself anything like a slut or a whore, but these deer males certainly were making her feel like it now. Considering herself now ‘less pure’, she lamented over the idea that no stallion would ever want to marry her now that she had been tarnished, which was a somewhat silly thing to focus on, seeing as the Society had much worse things than an involuntary orgasm in store for the girl.

Pathfinder, having to watch Scylla lament while he received a mere tail brushing from his doe attendant, could not stay quiet over this defilement. “Hey you,” He said sternly to the stag wiping down his daughter’s tail, “Do you mind leaving that part of her alone?”

“Sorry sir, but Lady Tourmaline likes the slaves to be nice and clean.” The stag answered, too preoccupied with the thick, fidgeting tail in his hands to give Path so much of a look.

“It’s clean…” Scylla moaned out from behind her arms, each additional rub causing her entire body to flinch, the small pleasurable pulses reminding her of her recent shame, “Its cllleeeaaannn.”

“You heard her,” Path added, “I think she would know when her own tail is dirty.”

The cleaning stag sighed, and released the appendage. “Very well, then I suppose it is time to apply some make up.”

That announcement made Pathfinder feel a bit better, happy enough with the notion that the stag wouldn’t be molesting Scylla any more, even if there was another one cleaning another sensitive part of her body in an even lewder way. The point was to make this all as easy on her as possible, and thus any small victory was a plus.

“Sorry for the wait,” Pathfinder suddenly heard from in front of him. It was the doe tasked with feeding him, finally rejoining with her peers. She, and the stag that shared her duties, had returned with a pair of plates bearing many fruits upon them. Grapes, apples, cut bananas, and much more, all held before the two ponies’ faces as the servile cervines knelt down in front of them. “Please, feel free to eat anything and everything that pleases your palate.”

Path was indeed hungry, but he had no reason to trust any of the food given to him in a place like this. The crystal mare could have done something to it, drugged it with something to make his will more malleable. Later he might have to eat out of necessity, but he wanted to refrain from doing so until he absolutely had no other choice.

“AHMPH!”

Before Path had so much as a chance to decline the offer though, the sounds of chewing and gulping hit his ears, and seeing how well things were going for him, he had little doubt as to what was going on just a few inches away. A slight turn of his head allowed the image of a certain red haired kelpie to enter his field of vision, as well as the strangely purple peach she had already halfway devoured.

She must’ve seen the food as a way to bury her embarrassment, or at least that is what Pathfinder assumed watching her gulp down that ripened peach and move on to a couple of pear slices without taking a breath in between the two. Perhaps she was just hungry though, and was putting no thought into where she was like the pegasus was. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter much now that she had swallowed some of the presented snacks. Either they were drugged, and thus she would feel the effects of it once it got into her system, or they were harmless and Pathfinder was worrying about nothing. With things being how they turned out, Path honestly hoped he was wrong about this particular hunch.

That really was all Pathfinder could hope for, seeing as all control of his life had been seemingly stripped from him. What more could he do but lay there and let the deer finish what they were going to do to him? He hated to think it, but he had no options otherwise. He couldn’t fight, not if one of those minotaur decided to join in and subdue him. He couldn’t fly away, the facility he was in being confined and enclosed. Even if he could get away, they had Scylla as a hostage, and as much as Path trusted his daughter, he didn’t believe that she would be able to keep up with him should he figure out some daring method of escape. This was going to be a difficult situation to work their way out of, if it was possible to do that at all.

Shutting his eyes, Path went through his thoughts, tracing his steps he made since the dungeon, and try to work things out. Unfortunately, all he could think about was how after this he and Scylla would be dragged deeper into the facility, which would surely make escape that much more difficult.

Focused as he was on the idea of leaving this horrid place, Pathfinder barely paid any mind to all the things happening to him. He gave a few grunts whenever the doe on his back pressed down harder to get the kinks out of his muscles, or when the one at his crotch made a long lick along his shaft, but otherwise he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He only left an ear open for Scylla in case she became distressed again.

But for now she seemed to be content with the distraction the food tray provided. Because of this, he paid no mind when he felt something brush up against his face, the object lightly touching his cheeks first, then going over both his eyelids. He thought nothing of it though, at most understanding that the less fuss he made, the less time it would take for the deer women to finish. He kept this mentality when he felt the first object go away, and a much smaller object touched his eyelashes, running across them several times, believing that ignoring this change of tool bore no consequence. It was only when he felt a slick sensation run over his lips, leaving behind a greasy residue along its path, that the pegasus grew suspicious of what was going on.

His eyelids burst open as if his relaxation was disrupted by the sound of shattering glass, though the only thing that had broke was whatever small semblance of security that he assumed he had in this room. He was not surprised at all by what the doe was doing to him, but incredibly discomforted that what he thought was happening to him was actually happening.

The doe had been applying makeup on him, starting with blush, and ending with lipstick, with an application of mascara and eye shadow in between. “What the hay?!” He yelled as he watch the red stick of oils and wax pass by his field of vision, the doe having just finished. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Placing a cap on the makeup tube, the deer answered Pathfinder by saying, “You requested everything that happened to the kelpie to happen to you, did you not?”

Path turned his head to Scylla, and she had indeed been given an application of makeup as well. Her cheeks had a tint of red over them, though not all of it was because of makeup. Her eyelids were a deep blue, and her lips a deep crimson. He hated to think it, but it really made Scylla look like a cheap hooker, and further made him wonder if that was accidental or not.

As terrible as that was though, it only acted as a minor distraction from his own makeover, Path couldn’t see himself, but he had no reason to believe he fared any better than his daughter. Instinctively, he moved his arm across the front of his muzzle.

“Awww…” the makeup girl bemoaned, her work ruined in a single action.

“Don’t you ‘Awww’ me!” Path said angrily as he smeared off the blush on his cheeks, “You should know better than to do that to a guy!”

“But you looked so good with it on.,,” The doe said, grabbing a hand mirror. She presented it in front of Path, hoping that his reflection would prevent the pegasus from messing up more of her efforts.

It had quite the opposite reaction though, as Pathfinder despised how good a job she had done. Even smeared as it was, Pathfinder found it hard to associate the mental image he had of himself with the pretty mare in the glass. There was no question of the doe’s talent, as she had done a stellar job prettying up Path, especially when compared to the stag who had done up Scylla. That only made matters worse though, as the superior skills of the deer woman damaged Pathfinder’s already sensitive views of his own masculinity. Removing the stuff she put on his face wasn’t a matter of preference, but a compulsion to rid himself of this incredibly convincing girlish appearance.

“Is there a problem over here?” said Xenia from behind the two ponies, having snuck back to the tables from wherever she had been all this time. On her return though, Xenia was met with the pegasus squirming much more than she would have liked.

“The stallion didn’t like the makeover I gave him.” The doe explained, saddened by Pathfinder’s reaction.

“I’m not wearing makeup.” Path exclaimed, making it clear by his tone that it was the presence of the makeup itself that was his issue, and not anything to do with the quality of the doe’s work. If he could have, he would have expressed his displeasure to Xenia’s face, but he still had another doe on his back keeping him where he was.

“Fine,” Xenia said nonchalantly, “No one said you had to. If anything, it was your own want to share the kelpie’s experience that brought this on.”

“Oh...“ Hearing that calmed Pathfinder down a little, the stallion glad to know that he was not mandated to look like a girl.

“And what about you?” Xenia said, tapping the back of Scylla’s thigh, “Anything making you especially uncomfortable?”

“N-no… I’m fine… I think…” Scylla answered, not nearly as brave enough to complain to her captors like her father had.

“Good, then we’ll get the pegasus a wet rag, and everypony will be happy.”

“Happy is an overstatement,” Pathfinder replied, “We’re still being forced to do this.”

“Yes, yes, I understand your stance on the situation, but you seem to misunderstand ours.” Xenia said keeping her casual, almost uncaring tone, “It’s not like we want you to be here, or to make you miserable. We are just doing our jobs as slaves. If we didn’t do what we were told, we would just be punished for misbehavior and you would have to endure a less hospitable form of processing. I’m not saying that we’re doing you any favors with this, but if we don’t go out of our way to complicate things for one another, then neither of us need to suffer more than need be.”

Path had to admit, that was a rather level headed approach to this, though still not ideal. Also that he hadn’t really been thinking of these deer, who he had acknowledged as slaves themselves, to be a separate entity from those who had forced him and Scylla into this in the first place.

“I just wish you all weren’t so chipper about us being glammed up so a bunch of arrogant ponies can bid over our bodies.” he grumbled as the doe that applied his makeup unhappily cleaned it off.

“We all cope with this ordeal our own ways,” Xenia answered, “And me and my kin have decided it is best to at least act like we are enjoying this. If we didn’t at least try to appear happy, then we’d always be sad.”

“That sounds terrible…” Scylla commented.

“Perhaps, but always being miserable and depressed is much worse. Not to mention, it makes you a target for the more sadistic members of The Society. Some here would like nothing more than to make somepony’s bad situation even worse.”

“Okay,” Pathfinder said, now understanding exactly what was going on with these deer, “Sorry for being so hostile.”

“No need to apologize,” said Xenai, “You’ve been much more compliant than some others that come in here. A third of the time one of us get a fist or hoof when trying to do this. Another third tries to make a break for it, and we get in trouble for not stopping them.”

“That explains the chains…” Path said, remembering that there were several sets attached to the very table he was laying on.

“And really, it’s me who should be apologizing.” Xenia continued on to say.

“For what?” asked Scylla.

“For this.” Taking the moment of surprise that came from her announcement, the deer woman stuck a pair of syringes into the prone ponies.