Veon: переводы

→“In other news, medical reports that we’re missing a male. There’s a new P-21 to round up for retirement, but he hasn’t reported back after his last breeding assignment. C shift, your job is to sweep the stable. If a mare’s sheltering him, write up the incident and escort him to detention. If not, find him,” Gin Rummy said firmly. Daisy rubbed her hooves together gleefully. Most mares simply looked bored. I tried my best not to squirm. Damn it, why were hoofcuffs so hard to get out of?

→“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Midnight said to Rivets as she trotted to another table.

→“Really?” My red eyes widened and then drooped along with the rest of my body. I slumped till my chin rested on the tabletop. “Bummer.”

→“Well, it’s your time to waste. Her spot on the queue’s up, though, so I really doubt she’ll have time for you,” she said matter-of-factly.

→“Eh…” I shrugged. “It’s more the fact she always tells me no.” I glared down at the cuffs on my hooves, growled, and then bit the conjured metal. “She always plays hard to get…” I said around the mouthful of metal.

→“I had no idea. I didn’t think you were into mares,” Rivets said with a smile, munching on her grass chips.

→“I’m an idiot,” I muttered. Rivets chuckled, certainly not arguing.

→I groaned and pressed my face into my bound hooves. Rivets patted my shoulder. “Oral sex, huh? What’s the going rate on that?”

→I sighed. In theory, I was supposed to discourage this kind of thing. However, it fucking sucked being the mare who was suppose to discourage this kind of thing. “You won’t think so if it’s Daisy doing the flogging,” I commented, and instantly their smiles disappeared. I couldn’t blame them. With the constant duty and honor bullshit, a little flank spank was one of the few reliable means of recreation, and a lot of the security mares got really...enthusiastic about it. I stepped under the spray and immediately jerked. “Cold!”

→“Fun,” giggled the white mare, Misty Hooves from the bakery, nuzzling her. Misty was a chronic repeat offender. I didn’t know if she liked the kiss of the whip or if there was something else wrong with her. Or both.

→“Oh, it’s just Blackjack,” the dappled mare, Pastels, said in relief before flushing and snapping at her partner, “I swear, you are trying to get us flogged!”