Both Scylla and Pathfinder winced and yelped as they felt the sharp sting of the needles piercing their skin, entering their bodies at the soft spots that were their O-rings. The pain was enough to make them try to get up, but the deer atop them were ready for this and placed their arms on the ponies’ shoulders, applying all the weight they had to keeping them in place.

Xenia pushed down the plungers on the syringes, shooting the fluids they held into the two ponies, before taking them out to grab another set she had close by. With these ones she aimed for both of the ponies’ genitals, sticking one into Pathfinder’s swollen urethra, and the other into Scylla’s moistened pussy lips.

For the two ponies, this experience was short, but agonizing. Even as the needles were removed, they could still feel the presence of the thin cylinders of metal. Not only that, but they felt the flowing of a foreign substance inside them. Not the liquid itself exactly, but the effect it was causing to their bodies. A spreading sense of ‘change’ was going through their rectums. Nothing identifiable, but still noticeable. That itself was cause for concern, as they were starting to become very aware of their insides. It was like the nerves inside the fleshy tunnels were brought to an awakening, and things that their brain would usually push to the back of it’s recesses were suddenly brought to the forefront.

As for their genitals, Pathfinder quickly learned that his penis was no longer going to allow the table beneath him to hold it back. It wanted, no, needed to be fully erect, and every second it wasn’t was causing the pegasus great discomfort as his solidified shaft bent in ways it would not tolerate. Path lifted his rear end up to allow his cock the freedom of movement it required, sliding the doe on his back forward in the process, but as soon as his dick shot into place he felt a rather firm pillow being slid underneath his stomach. It was comfortable enough that he could rest on it, but solid enough that he couldn’t return to the flat position he had been laying in, which forced him to keep his rump up as if he were presenting it.

Scylla on the other hand felt her pussy becoming much like her ass had, with her suddenly becoming very aware of what was going on in her vaginal passage, and what was going on was a steady flowing of liquids from her depths. She didn’t need help from the injection to know she was getting wet down there though, as she had been that way for a while now. Ever since the stags made her orgasm, her juices hadn’t stopped, and she wasn’t sure why. Her body was feeling unbearably hot, and her heart was beating so rapidly that she could feel it pounding. It felt like she was in heat, though a worse onset of it than she had ever felt before.

All she really knew was that the stuff that had been injected into her wasn’t helping things one bit. With it, she could feel every droplet seeping from her pussy, detecting the very path it was being traveled with detail she never could before. If she closed her eyes she could envision it, like it was a stream of calmly running water in the picture she formed in her mind.

“What did you do to us?” Path asked as all the deer removed themselves from the two ponies, and moved a small distance away.

“I injected you both with a few chemical cocktails made to enhance your bodies’ ability to feel and adapt to what is about to come. Lady Tourmaline said the shot was required for the kelpie, but since you wished to share her experiences…”

“I get it,” Path said as he squirmed about, understanding well that he had brought this on himself, “But what is this it doing to us?”

“Increasing the sensitivity of your nerves, dulling pain receptors while enhancing pleasure receptors, making your holes… um… stretchy.”

No longer covered in does, Pathfinder turned onto his back to look at Xenia face to face. “What do you mean stre-” he said mid turn, stopping when he caught sight of something other than an empty needle the deer woman had in her hands. She held in her grasp two rather large hoses, each with an odd nozzle at the end of it. Leaning over to his side to peer over the edge of the massage table he was atop of, Pathfinder followed his namesake and trailed the hose back to its source, happening upon a strange machine at the end.

The machine had been pulled over on a set of wheels on the bottom it, apparently having been brought over in silence as the other deer did their tasks. The device itself looked to be in the shape of a cupcake, fat and cylindrical at the bottom with a domed top. On the sides of the device was a number of switches, gauges, crystals, and three hose looking contraptions, all leading away from the device, but with path only really able to see where the one closest to the side of the table he was on ended up. Out of the dome of the device stuck out several glass containers, each containing a strange greenish blue goop inside.

“What are you doing with that?” Pathfinder asked, afraid of the answer he would be receiving.

“This?” Xenia replied, licking the nozzle of the hose, “I’m going to stick it in your ass.”

Those eight words shot terror though Pathfinder’s being. He was never a fan of anal, or the idea of something going into that hole instead of going out. That was all he had to hear to begin to panic, and lose any want to comply with this treatment.

He tried to roll off the table, but the moment he attempted it the deer were back upon him. Not the does this time, but the stags. They used their combined strength to hold him down, to position him back on the structure, long enough to place a leather binding strap around his waist that pinned the pegasus back down to the table, but it didn’t stop there. The group of bucks forced his appendages into odd positions, starting with his legs by making them go backwards so his ankles were placed near his head. His arms were then sent downwards, between his thighs, so his wrists rested on either side of his balls and his erect dick stuck out between his forearms.

Now in the spots the deer wanted them to be, the does came back to take up the shackles attached to the table. One by one, they attached the cuffs at the end of the chains to the opposite appendages they were supposedly made for, the ones near the front of the table snapping onto Pathfinder’s ankles, while the ones at the foot were locked around his wrists. This trapped him into the pose the stags had placed him in, his body forming an awkward ‘X’ with his four limbs, and his butt resting atop the firm pillow that his tail draped over, and his ass was pointing upwards at an angle.

“Again, I do apologize, but this must be done.” Xenia said, gripping one of Path’s ass cheeks, using it to spread the entrance to the stallion’s ass open as she slowly and precisely brought the hose towards it.

“N-no, stop! Don’t!” Pathfinder screamed, in pure fear of his rump being penetrated. He shook and squirmed, flailed and flapped, but all it did was make Xenia’s target all the more enticing.

She couldn’t help but stick her tongue out the side of her mouth, running across her lips as she savored the flavor of this moment. There was something special about poking the supple rump of a pretty boy stallion, and Path was fairly cute for a stallion his age. If Xenia were to hazard a guess to this pony’s fate in The Society, then he was in for some training as a twink. Quite a few male members of the organization liked having guys like Path as their pleasure slaves, and dressing them up as girls to add to the humiliation of being forced into the role. Same went for the mares of The Society, who sometimes took a fancy to having around a ‘girl’ that was more than she seemed, or enjoyed making her male slaves fuck one another. Whatever Path’s role was to be though, it didn’t matter here. Be he trained as a twink or not, he was getting the hose up his ass.

With a press of the device against the soft, circular entrance to his rectum, Xenia started wiggling it into its destination. Though Path fought and clenched as tightly as he could, the chemicals she had shot into the pegasus earlier helped her when getting inside, as they allowed the flesh hole to stretch out, which reduced the resistance the passage gave her when she pushed.

Little by little, the metal end of the hose worked its way inside, eventually slipping in as it finally bypassed the barrier separating Path’s insides from the outside world. Pathfinder vocally bemoaned the deer woman’s accomplishment, letting out actual tears as he felt his O-ring contract around the plastic cylinder that had snaked its way past his defenses. He wanted to grab hold of the hose to remove it, but his hands were bound so they were just out of reach.

As all of this unfolded, it had been observed by Scylla, who had become even more terrified from the… she wanted to say brutality of it all, but that seemed a bit much. Except for causing discomfort to her father by shoving something up his flank, the deer didn’t exactly hurt him. Still, it was scary to see the pony she always believed would protect her treated thusly. It was all the more incentive to not try her own escape attempt, as if they could do that to Pathfinder, she believed she would stand little chance herself.

That, and she couldn’t help but feel as if she couldn’t move from the spot she was on, even if she wanted to. With the presence of the ever increasing horniness she felt, which still persisted as she watched her father be violated, she felt rather weak. She could move, but not in the manner she usually could. The slightest movement would be exhausting, and her reactions were slowed. It was as if all her energy was being poured into her sexual processes.

Because of this, she offered no resistance when Xenia lifted her tail, and slid the second hose into her own pert little butt. She did release a loud gasp though, as the feeling was not nearly as painful as she thought it would be. There was a bit of a pinching sensation, but that was just because her ass was being stretched out a bit too far. Otherwise, the insertion felt… well not good, but not especially painful. The best way to describe it was that it felt weird.

“There we go,” Xenia said with a pat of Scylla’s butt, “You took that very well.”

“T-thank you…” Scylla said in fear of what might happen if she said otherwise,

“And so polite too. You’re father must have done a wonderful job raising you.”

“Rrrrrr… Shut the fuck up you bitch!” Path yelled, not quite over being anally violated.

Xenia crossed her arms at the stallion, “Hmmm…. Perhaps not.” As quickly as she crossed her arms together, she uncrossed them after commenting on Path’s behavior so she could clasp her hands together in elation. “But no need to dwell on that. We need to finish up your preparations.”

The deer woman bent down to the floor, slipping beyond Pathfinder’s sight for a split second before reappearing with a rod in her hand. Not just a normal rod though. This was a very phallic rod made of what looked to be… glass? No, it was a crystal of some sort, with any and all sharp sides sanded away till all that was left was a smooth cylinder of transparent, topped off with a rounded bulb. There was little misunderstanding of what this was. It was a dildo made of pure gemstone.

The material it was made of made the object an eccentric sex toy, to say the least, but there was more to it than that. Attached to the bottom of the crystal was a hose like the one Path saw before on the machine, connected by a metal piece that cupped the bottom of the cylinder. Maybe it wasn’t a hose though, but instead a wire of sorts, as it looked smaller in diameter than the tubes residing inside him and Scylla. Perhaps the purpose of it was just to make sure the dildo didn’t get lost, but that seemed too mundane of a function for something so elaborately crafted.

Pathfinder watched Xenia give the crystal a once over, and rub it against her fur a few times to polish it up. “Ok, here we go.” She announced, “Try to relax, this should only take a few minutes.”

“What will take a few minutes?!” Path said, incapable of following the deer’s instructions. Not when the possibility of further anal invasion was in his immediate future.

Xenia did not answer though, not seeing the need to do so when showing him would be much more enlightening, and ‘enlightening’ was an ept way of describing what happened next.

With the object in hand, Xenai re-positioned it between her slender thighs, aiming the bulb of it directly were one would expect a woman to point a phallic piece of polished petalite. Aimed at her lower lips, she took a few short breaths to brace for the imminent insertion of the crystal, before shoving it partially inside of herself with little caution. What happen next both surprised and amazed the pegasus, who had locked his eyes on her form while awaiting what she would do, as when the object went in, the deer began to literally glow.

Many blueish, lines of illumination spontaneously appeared all over her body, crossing and interweaving with one another to form an intricate pattern, like a strange tribal tattoo. Whatever this glow was though, it was not contained to her form, and from his pinned position Path could see the section of the crystal poking out of her go from transparent, to filled with a more concentrated form of the light covering the doe. It didn’t stop there either, as once the light in the crystal reached a certain intensity, the glow began to flow into the cord attached to it, traveling it down two lanes that spiraled down the cord,

The glow continued like this until it reached all the way back to the device, wherein it spread across it in a similar pattern as that covering Xenia. This brought it to life, causing it to quiver and whir loudly. By itself, that was enough to scare Pathfinder into a cold sweat, but then he felt some activity happening from inside his rectum.

Scylla showed signs of feeling this as well, looking back at her butt the best she could, and reaching her hand towards it before being grabbed by Xenia. “Don’t fidget,” The deer said gently, “Just let it do its work.”

“But it’s…. Grrrooowwwiinnnggg.” Scylla whined, not at all enjoying what was happening inside her.

She wasn’t mistaken either by what was going on, as a part of the nozzles inside the ponies were inflating. A circular tubing wrapped around the base of the hose ends that blew up like a balloon, increasing its size to an extent that felt like it far surpassed the limits of the intestines they were wedging themselves into. Path and Scylla winced and groaned as their insides were forced to make room, until finally the object ceased, and allowed them a moment to relax and adapt.

Of course, Path couldn’t truly relax, as his ass now had within it the largest thing it ever held. The size alone was enough to let loose a string of bemoaned sounds filled with agony, with his tailhole feeling like it had been stuffed with a baseball, but what he dreaded more was what was to come. This could not be the end of it, that he was sure of.

How he loathed being right in this case too, as after a solid minute passed, the machine started whirring again, and a warm sensation was noticed as it filled up his flesh tunnel. “Wha- What are you doing to -uugghh!” Path tried to speak, but the feeling inside him was overwhelming his ability to focus on anything else, even the ability to complete a line of thought.

The hose, stuffed in as it was, were shooting some sort of gunky slime into him so hard that it splashed against his insides in a viscous ‘splat’ that he swore he could hear through his body. If having to feel this within his guts wasn’t enough to completely disgust him, he also had a unobstructed view of the process in action, as the hose going into Scylla spasmed and pulsed in ways that made it look as if the tubing were alive.

“What you have pouring in you,” Xenia said while watching the vials of greenish blue goo slowly ooze down into the machine, “Is a substance I invented a few years after being enslaved.”

“Years?!” Pathfinder grunted out, not expecting this organization of slavers to have been around so long. If they were a newer group, the odds of them being caught was likely, but if they could stay out of the eye of the royal guard for years, then that didn’t bode well for him and Scylla.

Xenia ignored the pegasus’ shocked declaration though, and continued with what she was saying. “I call it ‘Decomposition Gel’, and it has some very interesting properties. To explain it in detail, it takes nonliving, organic matter and causes it to break down rapidly into gas. It then absorbs said gas, in order to leave your insides nice and clean. I’ve even got it to leave behind a refreshing, minty fragrance. I guarantee that you’ve never had a cleaner flankhole.”

“That… Sounds really… Dangerous…” Path struggled to say, feeling an ever building pressure inside him, the semi-solid fluid pouring more and more inside his innards, filling up to capacity and beyond.

“Not at all. You could take a bath in the stuff and all it would do is remove your hair and any calluses you had, If you had any necrotic flesh inside you, there might be a small problem, but you’d be better off having that removed anyways.”

The deer’s explanations of how safe the gel was gave the stallion little comfort as he reached his assumed limits. Clenching with all his might in vain attempt to push some of the substance out, he found it impossible with the nozzle inflated as it was. It took little time for his intestines to swell up from how full they had become, and shortly after that his stomach started to bloat outwards. He felt like he was going to burst, but for some reason his anal tunnel was stretching out more than he could have imagined.

Scylla, suffering from the same condition, had to bring herself to all fours so not the have her expanding belly press against the table they were atop of, making heavy pants for air from the pain the pressure was causing. With her lower abdomen poking out a little, it gave the appearance that she was slightly pregnant, as if she was just starting to show. A welling of tears in her eyes made it evident to Path that she was not taking this as well as he was, and it made him hope even more that this ended soon, for both their sake.

As if answering his wish, the machine did finally stop, the whirring silencing as the device ran out of gel. Again, the two ponies were given a brief time to adjust to their newly acquired discomfort. Pathfinder never felt so full down there, and as he laid in his oddly angled bondage, he could feel the gel doing… whatever it was it did to the daisy and carrot salad he ate for lunch yesterday. As the remainder of that dissolve into nothingness, it didn’t make the pegasus feel as if any more room had been made in him though.

“Good, good, the process will only take ten to twenty minutes to complete, then we can empty you out and send you on your way.” Xenia said, still covered in her glowing lines and symbols.

“T-this.. Really hurts miss…” Scylla said weakly, everything that had happened to her taking its toll.

“Well then, I can do something to take your mind off it if you’d like.”

“Yes… please…” Scylla replied.

Pathfinder instantly knew that was a mistake, but could say nothing before the doe shot her hand forward, taking hold of Scylla’s labia within her fingers. “Then just relax, and I’ll grant you a delightful orgasm.”

“H-hey…” Path tried to interject in protest, still finding it difficult to say anything.

“Don’t worry, I remember your request.” Xenia replied, snatching up Path’s cock in her other hand. It was still hard and rigid, not having settled at all since it was sucked on by one of the other does. The flesh that made the outer layer around the meat rod though had become soft and malleable however, like puddy in the palms of this deer.

Xenia pressed down her thumb on Path’s urethra, while pushing apart Scylla’s pussy lips, ready to show off one of her talents. She motioned the hand wrapped around Pathfinder’s shaft up and down, stroking it at a steady pace, paying special attention in stimulating his swollen jizz passage. At the same time, she stuck the middle and ring finger of her other hand into Scylla’s wet pussy, keeping it spread with her pointer and pinkie. In a display of ambidexterity, she moved both her hands to masturbate the two ponies, jerking off the stallion and fingering the mare simultaneously.

Pathfinder tried to resist. Tried to struggle against the deer, but every motion disturbed the gel inside his bowels, reducing his struggles to nothing more than shudders and groans brought on by pain. Helpless as he was, he could do little more than lay back and let biology take its course. In his mind, he could say he hated this, but the wants of flesh would always conquer that mind. Soon he would be brought to climax, and it would be undeniably pleasurable. Pleasurable, however, did not necessarily mean enjoyable.

“Ugh… Uhh… AAHHHH!!” Path let loose a final string of grunts, and released a blast of sperm from his dick onto his stomach. The white gunk pooled in his fur, sticking to everything it splattered against. Having cum on his belly wasn’t a completely unfamiliar feeling for Path, having masturbated plenty of times, and often in the afterglow he let his semen rest on his body and seep into his fur. This time though, it felt off.

It was like his cum was… thicker, more viscous, and much more in quantity. Most solid than liquid, causing a string of the substance to lead from the white blob on him back to his dick hole. He could even feel the string go down his urethra, and if it were flicked, he would feel it go all the way to his balls. It had to have something to do with the injection the deer gave him, as that was not something the pegasus would consider normal.

“AAAAaaAAaaaAAAA!!!” And as if to keep her promise to have the two feel the same things, the deer made Scylla cum shortly after Path. Scylla let it be known throughout the spa area that she had came, and following her father’s example she let loose a torrent of sexual fluids. It was the second time in less than an hour that she gushed this way, and it and the gel enema was taking their toll on her stamina. Exhausted, she fell forward, resting on her face and chest so not to cause more pressure on her guts, leaving her rump stuck up in the air.

The deer, amused by the physical satisfaction of these two, brought her hand now soaked in feminine fluids to her lips, and tasted of the aquatic mare’s fluids. She licked her digits thoroughly, lapping up as much as she could, turning her attention to the pegasus once finished.

Going to his side, the deer span a finger around the sperm thread connecting the splattering on Path’s stomach to his penis, snapping it off from both while wrapping it around the digit. Not wasting a second after this, Xenia shot the cum covered finger into her mouth, slurping on the semen as if it were a sucker. The moans of delight she make told of the pleasure she was feeling, and made Path start to question how against her enslavement the deer truly was.

Xenia popped the finger out of her mouth, saying “Not bad” in reference to the pegasus’ taste.

The chemicals she had injected into his dick had reached to his testicles, and cause them to churn out a rather large quantity of sperm, as well as caused the substance to become thick and gelatinous, as if he had been storing it for some time. The result was fairly amusing, but the science behind it wasn’t so much, as what was really happening was that his balls were producing semen at such a high rate that the sexual organs weren’t getting enough water to them. The sperm soup it created was something the members enjoyed seeing plastered over the bodies of the slaves, or slathered across their sheets after an intense, passionate session of rape.

Xenia knew that this form of dehydration was not healthy if done too often, but every once in a while couldn’t hurt. Besides, seeing the way a cock spasmed when shooting out that gunk, and how the testicles went into overtime to fill their flesh housing after just being emptied more than made up for it. Even after just having came, the pegasus’ sack was a plump ball of of cum ready to burst in a shower of satisfaction, and all it would take to set it off would be something as simple as patting it a bit too hard with her hands. She knew this because she had done it many times before, to the men of her race during their time being tamed and trained… and to stallions going through the same process. The processes of biology were simply astounding, and likewise undefiable.

“That should be enough.” Xenia said, allowing her magic to die down. Her glow dampened, her tattoos faded, and with them dissipating the large bulbs deflated.

Knowing what would happen, the other deer who had stood aside till now rushed over, readied with buckets and rags in hand. The positioned themselves around the ponies, unbinding Pathfinder and bringing his bottom half to the edge of the table, as they prepared for what was to come next. At first it happened slowly, the gel coming out of the mare and the stallion in small squirts, as much as could slip through the nearly created void between the hose nozzle and the inner walls of the ponies, but eventually the hose itself was forced from the ponies’ rectums, followed by a torrent of the blue-green substance.

The deer did everything they could to help with this ordeal, keeping the decomposition gel from spilling everywhere and making a mess, using the rags to clean up any excess gel that threatened to touch fur, and keeping the holes open to allow longer periods of evacuation, which greatly decreased the time needed to deflate them both. As Xenia had explained though, nothing but the gel exited the ponies bodies, all other biodegradable material held within having been completely disintegrated by the substance, leaving behind only the goo and a minty scent.

As path and Scylla endured this final part of their processing, Xenia removed the crystal dildo from within her, placing it gently on the floor, and begun stepping around the table. “You both did very well for a first time.” she said, truly impressed that they didn’t scream once, and stopping in front of Scylla, she added “Especially you.”

Usually only her kind were that resilient to this sort of treatment that they could endure the pressure with more than a groan, at least on a first experience, and that was after a long series of ‘adjustments’ done to them. She started making hypothesis’ on how the kelpie’s anatomy might have helped with this. The pegasus on the other hand, she could only attribute will power or prior experience to. Either way, she really wanted to experiment with these two more in the future, to test her theories… and how far this endurance went.

The curiosity led into infatuation, and as if compelled to do so, the deer woman took Scylla’s head in her hands. Bending over, she planted a kiss on the mare’s lips, pleased to find they had a similar rubbery feel like the rest of the kelpie’s body. She wanted to explore further, and so she did, forcing her tongue into the mouth of the other female, searching every crevice with it.

Scylla, feeling too tired from all that had happened to her to fight back, let it happen. It was the first time she was ever kissed by another girl so thoroughly, as just like her father Scylla was strongly cemented in the fact that she was straight, but she found this no more scary or upsetting than anything else before it. It was a good thing that she hadn’t paid as much attention to her father as he did her though, else she might have been able to tell that the strange flavor on the doe’s tongue was actually the remnants of his semen, transferred to her taste buds through tongue to tongue contact.

“Having fun there slave?”

Xenia jumped a bit as these loud, gruff words sounded in her direction, recognizing instantly that she was the one being referred to, despite her name not being said. She broke the kiss off so fast that a small bit of spittle flew out into the air between them, and stood up straight with her arms down her side, tits jutting out from her white coat as if being presented.

The ground trembled lightly as two minotaur approached, two who were not the same ones as the ones that delivered Pathfinder and Scylla to the spa room. One sporting a sizable pot belly, while the other one looked to have a chipped left horn. Neither of them looked any less mean than the previous pair though.

This was something they quickly proved too, as when Xenia tried to greet them, arms spread out and bending one leg like she did before, they didn’t care in the least that she was showing her respects. Before she even finished, the pot bellied one snatched her up by the waist, his massive hand able to wrap three-fourths the way around her, while his muscular arm was capable of lifting her light frame up with ease. The doe could hardly let out a yelp before she was tossed unceremoniously between Path and Scylla, body face down on the table with her legs dangling over the side.

“Masters, please, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting!” Xenia pleaded as the other deer huddled up together, quivering in the presence of the new minotaur. “I was just about to fin-AAAHHHHSSSHHH!!!”

The doe’s howl was very much warranted, as while she was busy coming up with excuses, the minotaur with the rounded belly was busy undoing a button on his pants. Undoing it opened up a flap in front, and released his cock, which was monstrous in comparison to an average stallions, and would even dwarf that of a well endowed one. By the end of her second sentence, he hard gotten it hard and was already pushing the head of his cock into Xenia’s pussy.

Despite her small body, the doe was able to take the bull’s fence post of a dick inside her with relative ease. She was moaning her head off, only taking breaths to further extend the audible expression of dismay. The minotaur had to pull her into his shaft as he pushed, but it managed to get itself inside far past what one would think. By the time her limit was reached, only a fraction of his rod was left exposed for Scylla and Pathfinder, whos’ heads were rather close to the action, to see.

“Must I remind you who you belong to?” the minotaur asked, resting himself inside the doe.

“Master… PLEASE! You’re… in… my… wooommmbbbb!” Xenia yelled, the bulged in her stomach proving her claim as accurate.

“Of course I am,” the minotaur scoffed, pulling himself out just enough to exit the body cavity, only to slam himself back in with amazing force. Despite having the weight of two ponies and a deer a top it, the massage table was pushed forward by the thrust. “What short shafted minotaur have you been fucking lately that you let that cervix of yours get so tight. Not that I don’t like that inner ring of yours wrapped around me like an elastic band.”

Scylla, becoming quickly freaked out by this brutal fucking, turned her head away in fright. Pathfinder on the other hand, couldn’t take his eyes off Xenia’s face. Her tongue hung out of her gaping mouth, resting limply on her slacked jaw, with the pupils and irises of her eyes doing their best to retreat inside the deer’s skull. She was clearly in pain, groans escaping her lungs with each thrust the minotaur made, her face looking to be devoid of thought save for the sensations she was being forced to feel. Oddly enough though, this was causing her to start glowing again, with her tattoos at full brightness. The doe must have just been reflexively responding to her agony though, or so Pathfinder assumed since she was being raped right in front of him.

The minotaur took great satisfaction as he smashed her hole again and again, but before he could reach climax, the bull slid out of his cervid victim. As his dick came out, so to did a large amount of the doe’s fluids, as her body had reached a painfully forced orgasm several times in the short span of her sexual assault. The bovine’s penis was covered in the substance, it clinging to his flesh and the hair that covered his foreskin, but a decent amount simply spilled out onto the floor. Immediately after the sexual liquids made contact to the ground, Xenia followed in suit, mentally decimated and no longer supported by her rapist’s grip. Without the ability to stop herself, she fell right into a puddle of her own disgusting juices, twitching, barely aware of the world around her.

“All of you,” said the other minotaur, snapping a whip he held at floor in front of the other deer, “Clean up this mess and get back to work.” The deer scattered at his command, scurrying to Xenia to remove her from their masters’ sight, and sanitize the mess their superior had made.

“Stupid sluts, the lot of them.” said the fat minotaur to his associate, not caring if any of the deer heard his opinion of them. “If they weren’t such good cock slaves and power batteries, there would be no reason to have brought them here.”

“Then I suppose you want to be the one who cleans these new arrivals?” The horn damaged minotaur replied, happy to not have to do such a boring task. The deer had much more utility that his partner wished to grant them, but he agreed that they were still perhaps the most lowly of creatures under their command, trained too well and far too understanding of their where they stood as slaves to ever try to resist or escape.

“What’s so hard about it? Just grab a bucket of water and splash it over the slave’s body. That’s what we use to do with them, before they started making all these unnecessary contraptions.” The fat minotaur, displaying some spite towards the deer’s odd technology, kicked the gel pump away from the table, its wheels taking the device far away, as he made his way to something that caught his eye. Placing his dominant hand down on Scylla’s spine to pin her in place, the fat minotaur grabbed her tail with his other hand and lifted it up high. “How long does it take to clean a fish anyways?”

Scylla’s heart raced, as the minotaur’s presence on her body filled her with all sorts of dark thoughts. She had just witnessed him rape Xenia with no hesitation or restraint, and with the power she felt in just his grip, she could tell he could easily do the same to her.

“N-No! D-Dont!” she yelled, hoping that the plea would be enough to stop the male from violating her body any further than it already had been that day.

“Don’t be shy, I can tell that you want to take about twenty pounds of beef into your eager cunt.” the fat minotaur said, taunting Scylla with said twenty pounds as he rubbed it between the two cheeks of her ass.

“No! No! No! No! NO!” she screamed in response. She could feel the juices of the doe he had just impaled with his giant girth mere moments before rubbing off on her skin, and feared that her own fluids would soon be slathered over it as well.

“No?” the minotaur questioned mockingly, “But your pussy is dripping like a busted shower head.” He laughed at his own analogy as he pulled the kelpie far enough back that her legs dangled over the side of the table, replicating the pose Xenia was forced into before being fucked. “You can’t tell me that this isn’t turning you on.”

Scylla could tell that the minotaur was being honest about the state of her crotch, as she could feel the ever growing dampness it was achieving. Worse though, it was much wetter than it had been when the stags were teasing her, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. There was no way she was actually getting turned on by all this. She wasn’t some sexual deviant who would enjoy being raped, even if she had read a few dark romances exploring the subject. Yet here she was, wetter than she had ever been, nipples stiff and body temperature rising like she were in heat. What in Equestria was coming over her?

“Well, whether you admit it or not doesn’t matter to me.” added the minotaur, “I’m still going to stick myself inside you.”

“The fuck you will!” Pathfinder shouted, lifting his body up as quickly as it would allow him. He was sore and still a bit tired from the tranquilizers that were not quite out of his system yet, but he couldn’t sit idly by while this bull had his way. With the girth of his cock, there was no way he was going to fit inside Scylla without tearing something, causing more harm than Pathfinder would allow. That was if he could even fit inside to begin with, but seeing what he did to the petite doe, Pathfinder had no reason to assume he wouldn’t try to make it happen.

Unfortunately for Pathfinder, the second he hopped off the table and his hooves touched the floor was the same second they left it. While he was focused on the minotaur threatening to push his clublike cock inside his daughter, the other one was focused on him, ready to catch the pegasus if he tried anything. A quick swipe was all it took, and Path found his upper torso contained within the coil of the bull’s biceps.

Pathfinder honestly didn’t care though. He and Scylla had been made to do so much in the short time since their arrival to this place, including things he had never ever wanted to do in his life, and he was fairly pissed. He was glad that the minotaur that held him had scoped him up so that he only had his arm wrapped around his chest, leaving his own arms free to move around as he wished. The same was of course likewise true for his legs, and so the pony used all six of his appendages, wings included, to flail around in the arms of his captors, pounding, kicking, and flapping as much as he possibly could.

This was met with mild annoyance from the minotaur. Ponies were rather weak creatures, with their punches and kicks being akin to finger flicks to the bovines. A small selection of Earth Ponies could pose a mild threat, but in most cases a bovine’s physical prowess proved too great to overcome, with even the most under exercise and flabby of the lot being a mountain of muscles covered by a layer of fat. A pegasus like the one he was holding could never hope to do more than irritate him, but the pony didn’t stop trying despite his attacks clearly doing nothing. That kind of tenacity in the face of an undefeatable foe was at least respectable, if foolish, and worthy of the minotaur’s attention… and arousal. With an desire starting to build in his loins, he dropped his whip, and went for the button on his pants.

As Pathfinder kept attacking whatever parts of the minotaur he could get to, he slowly started to feel something press up against his back. Assuming that it was just the hulking creature putting more effort into holding him down, the stallion just continued with his ineffectual assault, up until he heard an ominous unbuttoning come from behind. Next thing he knew, an enormous dick much like the one threatening to spear Scylla’s holes shot up from between his legs, sliding against his own balls and cock, and arching back slightly to press its head into his belly button. If one were to look at this scene, it would appear that Path was saddled atop the pillar of a penis, creating the silly image of him riding the minotaur meat.

“You’re a fighter,” the minotaur said, lowering his free hand onto the shocked stallions head, clasping his skull into his palm, “And as a warrior myself, I can appreciate your bravery. Conquering your ass will be a worthy notch on my belt.”

Pathfinder didn’t exactly understand what the minotaur was saying, but the easiest translation he came up with as the bull forced him by his head over the table, in a pose that matched Scylla’s, was “I’m gonna fuck you”. How quickly he discovered he was woefully right, as the minotaur stood behind him, and rubbed his fully erect bull cock against the stallions small and vulnerable hole.

Like his kelpie daughter, when caught in this incredibly compromising position, he found there was little to do but struggle and scream. “No! You can’t! YOU CAN’T!” It was his worst nightmare made manifest. To be raped by another male, and one so well endowed that the thickness of his shaft rivaled the mass of his own arm. There was no way it could really fit in. He could push and press all day, and never get even the smallest bit of the bulbous cock head inside. At least that is what he hoped and prayed was true, lest he suffered the horror of being anally violated.

“The deer did give them the elasticity injections, right?” The fat minotaur said, more than ready to enter the female that was at his mercy.

“This one certainly got an engorgement shot.” The other minotaur said, reaching down to pinch Path’s taint, focusing on the thick mass of dick bulging out from beneath the flesh. “His urethra is so big, I could use it as a handle and pick him up by it.

“Good, then I’m going in.” replied the fat minotaur, giving no delay in trying to make good on his declaration. With a grip on Scylla’s hips with one hand, he guided himself to her tail hole with the other.

Scylla’s eyes narrowed as she felt the minotaur push up against her rump, squeezing up into her cheeks the best he could with his mass, and to her surprise, her hole was making room for it to enter. Little by little, the circular entrance parted outwards, spreading further and further, inviting its forceful intruder inside. She thought this was impossible, no, she knew this was impossible, and yet against all logic it was happening, and doing so in a very painful manner. She could feel the hole being pulled apart more than it ever had before by far, centimeter by agonizing centimeter, making way for the bull. Tears poured from her eyes in streams, and she clawed at the padding beneath her as her world turned to torment. When she finally thought she could take no more, that something had to give in this exchange, and that that something would be her O-ring, she finally felt the bulls head pop all the way in, and once inside the rest of the shaft just followed.

With incredible force, the bull slammed himself into the mare’s anus, her intestines expanding to make room for him, while what was left of the green gel in her erupted out in a small explosion from between the nearly non-existent space separating the two creature’s flesh.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” the fat minotaur said over Scylla’s despair filled moan, being splash by the substance, “They used Decomp Gel on these two.”

“So?” The other minotaur replied, “You afraid of you’re hairy dick getting shaved?”

“It took me so long to grown it back the last time.” The fat one answered.

“Suck it up. You’re getting to test a soon to be broodmare. You have no right to complain.”

Having said that, the minotaur holding down Pathfinder began his own journey into the bowels of his captive. Just as with Scylla, there was little the pegasus could do as the dick at his back passage delved inside, save for squeaking out nearly silent sounds of trauma as his ass experienced its first sexual penetration. Unlike the fat minotaur, this one felt like intentionally drawing out this traumatizing event, going as slow as he possibly could as he made his way inside.

Pathfinder wiggled his rump side to side in attempt to reverse the progress that was made, but all that seemed to achieve was getting it in all the faster as his hole slid further around his cockhead. In a matter of seconds that felt like several excruciating minutes for Path, the minotaur had made his way inside, and was slowly bringing the stallion’s stretched out sphincter to his dick’s hilt. The deeper the dick got inside of the pegasus, the less he struggled against it, as every movement sparked a series of feelings and sensations that he didn’t want to experience, not necessarily because they were all bad, but because some felt irrefutably good.

The rod travelling through Pathfinder’s rectum was grinding up against and pushing out of its way anything that was in its path, and one of these things was his prostate. The normally untouchable sexual organ was experiencing a full on contact that was both agonizing and pleasurable, mixing into cocktail of pain and pleasure that came from his rear end being rammed. Not just that though, but the stallion could feel the cock in him press against the inner part of his spine, which somehow caused the sensations he felt to double up in confusion of all these normally impossible to reach nerves being triggered to life.

The more this went on, and the more bends in intestines that were forced to wrap around and constrict the minotaur’s penis, the more faculties of thought Pathfinder seemed to lose. His voice quieted till all that came out were whimpers and heavy breaths, his tongue slipped out of his muzzle as if being pushed out the more the dick was pushed in, and his thoughts were blanked out almost completely, save for the small voice in his head telling him that he should hate this despite all the pleasant sensations this was causing in him. Where his mind said “no”, his body said “yes”, and unbeknownst to his barely conscience mind, his own cock was in the midst of spurting out shots of thick, white cum, forced into a consecutive stream of orgasms caused by the overload of emotions, sensations, a severe chemical imbalance throughout the entirety of his reproductive systems.

Finally, the minotaur’s hips made contact with the pegasus’ ass cheeks, and with it as far into the stallion as it could go, Pathfinder slumped his head down in defeat, though his wings were spread out in the most triumphant wing boner he could make. The stallion’s will was no match for simple biology, thus for now he would have to relent to it.

“Not bad,” the minotaur said to his partner, knowing that anything said to the pegasus would fall on deaf ears, “He didn’t pass out till the very end.”

“Need to give his faggot ass some awareness enhancing drugs next time,” the fat minotaur said, casually thrusting his dick in and out of Scylla’s hole, the kelpie by this point reduced to little more than gasps and sobs as she got fucked anally by the beast behind her, “Keep him awake so he can feel how much he really likes that thick shaft inside him.”

“He’s twink material for sure,” the minotaur inside Path said, taking the stallion’s mane in hand so he could lift up the pony’s head by it, revealing that the intensity of the sensations he had endured had caused a bit of drool to dribble down his muzzle, “Despite his complaints, he’s in bliss.”

“I think he’d look good in a dress.” commented the fat minotaur.

“I think he looks good naked.” the other joked, slapping Pathfinder on his flank hard, which elicited a deep, almost primal moan to be let loose from the depths of his throat, and made his violated anal cavity constrict around the minotaur, as if trying to crush it, though clearly unable to do such a task. “We’ll just have to see what the Crystal mare has in store for him.”

“Speaking of…” the fat minotaur said reaching for a pocket watch attached to his belt that was the size of a standard wall clock, “It’s about time for this slave to get her master.”

“Hoping to get her yourself?” the other minotaur asked, pulling himself out of Pathfinder as slowly as he entered.

“That’s assuming I’ll even be picked to begin with,” said the fat one, giving Scylla a few more extra powerful thrusts before removing his cock from her ass. “But I wouldn’t mind having this exotic piece of pony meat at the end of my leash.”

Scylla, having endured this trial much better than her father, listened to the two minotaur exchange words, and she didn’t like what she was hearing. She didn’t want to be this minotaur’s slave. She didn’t want to be a slave at all, but if she had to be than she would rather it be by something like a pony. Something that wouldn’t push her body past its limits by fucking her with a penis that was clearly not meant to be inside a creature so small in comparison. She expected her hole to never recover from such a brutal penetration, yet to her surprise, the moment that the bull removed his shaft from her bowels, the tunnels of her intestines and the hole that was her O-ring tightened back up near instantly and returned to normal size. The same also happened with Pathfinder, though Scylla was unaware of that herself.

Scylla, relieved that she wasn’t ruined by the minotaur, and that he had removed himself from her person, wasn’t given time to relax though. The minotaur was back upon her within seconds, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her to her hooves.

“Now that you know what I can do to you,” the minotaur said in a tone of command, “I think it’s safe to say you won’t try to disobey me. Is that right?”

Scylla found it difficult to stand after the emotional and physical punishment she recieved, wobbling from side to side as she tried to keep her footing, and felt it just as difficult to verbally respond to the minotaur. Still, she managed to muster the strength for a hasty nod, as she didn’t want to risk further punishment from the bovine.

“Good, then come with me.” Keeping his hold on Scylla’s neck, the fat minotaur walked her away from the table, towards a door at the far end of the room.

Scylla quickly recognized though that moving away from the table meant that she was being taken away from Pathfinder as well, and while she didn’t resist physically, she yelled out “Dad!” in hopes that the pegasus would hear it.

“Don’t you worry about him,” The minotaur said ushering Scylla out of the room, “He’s gonna get rested and cleaned up, and you’ll see him later.”

“B-but…”

The minotaur slammed the door loudly behind the both of them, not giving Scylla any chance to protest further, leaving Path behind in the care of his associate. It would take some time for the two ponies to see each other again, as the Society had a policy of keeping slaves familiar with one another apart during training. Until that time, they would just have to hope for each other’s safety, and endure what ordeals there was yet to come.