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- >Crouching in the bushes of a nearby ledge, you overlook the situation.
- >In a forest clearing work several bandits. All ponies, save the minotaur cow leading them.
- >They run too and fro, loading the contents of the caravan they had just waylaid onto their own cart.
- >For about ten minutes you watch, letting them load up, tire themselves out, and affix some of themselves to the harness to move.
- >It's now or never.
- >Raising your flintlock pistol you take aim and fire. Pull the next, one, fire. And the next.
- >Three shots, three drops. One dead, one hit in the leg, one gut shot.
- >A pegasus tries rushing your vantage point, but finds herself plastered against your warhammer as you swat her from the air.
- >A pony in chain mail and fur has little chance against a hunk of orichalcum almost a third the size of her body, as it turns out.
- >Jumping down the small incline, you charge the minotaur.
- >She raises her shield in defense as you bring down your hammer.
- >Though obviously fit and strong, the cowoman still stands under five feet compared to your six, and she stands little chance in a one on one confrontation with you.
- >The wood and iron shield buckles and splinters under your massive blow, the force knocking the milky maiden onto her ass.
- >From her proper place on the ground, she can only look up to you in fear as she finally gets a good look at her superior.
- >Over a base of strong leathers, you wear a mix of various armor plates and mails, made of several materials. Some common, some rare. Some mundane, some arcane. All enchanted.
- >Above that, you wear trophies meant for intimidation. Pieces of sapients who ran afoul of you, horns, skull fragments, bones, teeth, scales, skins, feathers.
- >Even certain body parts such as dried out fingers and ears.
- >Most notably, you wear a necklace of teeth from an adult cave troll, and the skull of a teen dragon over one pauldron.
- >Morbid, but terrifying.
- >Raising your hammer, the cow raises her arms in defense, resigned to her perceived fate.
- >Instead of death, she receives a disorienting kick to the head.
- "Alright! She's down! Collar her!"
- >Instantly your assistants are on her. Two well trained ex-bandits. One a griffon, the other a unicorn.
- >They slap her collar onto her, the one way locks permanently snapping shut with a loud click.
- >As expected, its enchantment kicks in, quickly sapping her strength and draining all the fight from her until she's almost unable to lift her arms.
- >Without being told, your slaves begin stripping your new acquisition of her armor, weapons, and anything else on her person.
- >She's not bad looking for a brigand. Cute face, small horns, lean muscle under ashen gray fur, breeder hips, black and white mottled skin.
- >And, as is normal for minotauresses, a hefty bust that even now has faint traces of milk leaking from it.
- >Unsurprising. They had what could only be described as a milk culture. It was a staple in their food, their crafts, their arts, their everyday life.
- >The more a cow could produce, the more desirable she was.
- >Thus, to avoid needing to wait until pregnancy, many were taught to induce lactation by long, frequent stimulation when they were only young calves.
- >Lucky her, if she can behave, it's hard to assign minotaurs as anything besides the lofty job of maid unless they were especially skilled in something else.
- >Her companions however, may be a different story. Ponies were highly variable based on race and skill.
- >Speaking of, they've already been subdued. Two earth ponies who were trapped in their harnesses by the convulsions of their pegasai companion, and the unicorn you hit in the leg.
- >While the gutshot pony was put down, you decide this leg wound would probably not result in permanent injury, and spare her.
- "Doctor the wound. Loot the dead and load up anything that's left into their cart. I don't want to have to wait any longer than it takes the laborers to get here."
- >"Yes Master!" the two say in unison as they get to work.
- >It takes the better part of an hour, but finally your own wagon arrives.
- >A covered wagon containing cages and binds for your conquests, pulled by large, strong feral horses and flanked by slaves trained as guards.
- >Your servants help the new girls into their cages, being that they're now too weak to walk under their own power.
- >As always, you take a seat in the loot wagon to sort through it as some more girls buckle into the harnesses to bring it home.
- >When you got home, you would take what you personally wanted to keep, restock your estate, and sell the rest in town.
- >The trip is fairly uneventful, and you find some decent stuff in of your haul.
- >Money, including some silver and gold coins. Some copper jewelry. Furs. A decorative dagger. A small bolt of silk. Some trinkets. And a log of a rare, valuable wood.
- >Not the most you've ever found, and nothing arcane or enchanted, but certainly something worth putting in the vault loot pile.
- >Finally arriving, your house keepers quickly unload and begin the process of stocking the home, jailing the slaves, and preparing what you don't want or need for sale.
- >Meanwhile, you clean yourself of gore, get a drink, and pick out a cockwarmer for the night.
- -
- "Alrighty girls! Rise and shine!" You shout, clanging a cup against the bars of their cells.
- >Responding to your desires their collars glow faintly, weakening the enchantment that prevented their movement.
- >Not enough for them to physically fight, but enough for them to function.
- >Slowly getting to their hooves, the girls pace and groan as they slowly begin remembering what happened, angry eyes soon on you.
- >"W..WHAT DID YOU DO?"
- >"RELEASE US!"
- "Well you're some feisty girls! I hate feisty. I'll make it simple. I've enslaved you, I own you now, and you will never be free again."
- >"I am a slave to nobody!" Yells your minotaur. "When I get out of this cell, I'm going to break you in half."
- >You watch her vent her rage against the bars for a moment before the enchantment catches up, winding her so badly she has to sit.
- "You're not the first to feel that way. You're unlikely to be the last. You'll accept it eventually."
- >"Let me out....take this collar off of me....or else."
- "Or what? I don't believe you understand the gravity of your situation, brigand. That collar is permanent."
- "It's two halves that snap together. No hinges to undo, no locks to pick. And it's bound to me, enchanted. It responds to my wishes."
- >"You....what gives you the right?!"
- "Same thing that gives you the right to attack innocents. To rob them, kidnap them. Enslave them yourselves. I'm stronger than you. You can't stop me and I don't care about you."
- "I'd advise you to accept your new life. If you run, if you attack me, if I were to die, those collars will kill you. All of you."
- "Behave, and you might earn an easy life as a simple house keeper, cook, or bed warmer."|
- >"And what if we don't? Huh?"
- >You simply look the cow girl up and down, taking in her features.
- "Tell me cow. What is your name?"
- >She simply ignores your question.
- "Hmm. You four would do well to remember that, unless you can give me some reason to feel otherwise, I don't really care if you live or die."
- "Let me tell you about two of my trouble cases. I once had this cute diamond puppy. Or so she seemed. In actuality, she was a vampire, a very stubborn one at that."
- "When she refused to learn her place, I had enough, and I bound her in leathers, in chains. I cursed her with an acute awareness and I stuck her in a thick padded metal box and melted the locks."
- "That was two years ago. I can still hear the undead wretch sobbing sometimes. Unable to move and unable to escape into sleep."
- >Your four new toys look at you in fear. Certainly, the blood suckers received no love and little sympathy, but knowing that such a thing could be done to them is a frightening prospect.
- >"Why would you..."
- "I have a chimera here too. Caught her stalking white tail. She was far too uncontrollable though, so I had my alchemist whip up an experimental potion to change her personality."
- "Worked a bit too well. Fried their brains. They just do what they're told, but can't really get complex orders. Or really take care of themselves."
- "Useless. So I made them a stable girl. Now she just wanders the estate, fucking and sucking animals all day."
- "Have you ever seen a snake deepthroat a feral shire stallion? Because I have."
- >"You disgusting freak! That, that's just....I actually hope the guards find you!"
- "The local guards know what's happening here. They don't care. They like someone doing the dangerous work for them. Giving them some free time."
- "And the people? About a third of the town knows someone who was killed or robbed by your ilk. Help is not coming."
- >They're silent. Dead silent.
- "Take your time. I'll give you a day to let your situation sink in."
- >You start back up the stairs.
- "Oh, and minotaur. I'll send someone with a jug shortly. Do be a dear and fill it with milk for me."
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