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Moonlight Charm art by floatsam: https://imgur.com/AlQvYrO
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>Be the little mare, also known specifically as Moonlight Charm.
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>Your master calls you Moon, or Charmy, or sometimes affectionately, ‘my little Charmy’.
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>It makes you feel tingly when he does that.
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>You’re one of the lucky mares—You have a master.
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>Almost a year ago now, a group of radical terrorists from some board on the internet stole a mutagenic chemical, one of the transhuman project derivatives, tweaked it, and set off gas bombs in several big city districts across the east coast.
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>Everyone in the affected areas was turned into a little, pastel-colored pony.
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>As far as terror attacks went, it could have been worse, but was still incredibly disruptive to the lives of many people.
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>For instance, ponies weren’t particularly good at living on their own.
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>Or doing most jobs, for that matter.
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>A little magic, flight, and durability didn’t make up for stubby hooves and your pathetically small stature.
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>Granted, ponies still retained their knowledge of course, but their personalities got a bit more whimsical and childlike, which made them unfit for several roles.
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>Hard to be an officer of the law or a business owner when you were so little and impossible to take seriously.
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>But that alone wasn’t even the biggest change.
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>Being a pony meant you had new needs.
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>Needs like being held, or feeling the touch of another.
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>Within an hour of being ignored, a pony would become uncomfortable and anxious.
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>Within several hours of being alone, they would become agitated and begin to crave touch, like the beginning of withdrawal.
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>A pony left for multiple days in isolation would become unstable, prone to panic attacks and episodes of emotional distress.
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>If left alone repeatedly, a pony would eventually develop a powerful separation anxiety and would cling to anyone that so much as acknowledged them.
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>Or in extreme cases, become unresponsive.
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>Being a pony meant you weren’t just social creature—you NEEDED to be with someone.
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>And so the pony caretakers program was launched.
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>With Google having a detailed personality profile for every human on the planet, ponies and suitable owners could be matched using an algorithm.
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>It wasn’t perfect of course.
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>Some masters were better than others, and not all of them even wanted to have a pony to look after in the first place.
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>Personality mismatches still happened, and there were some cases of abuse that surfaced now and then.
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>It was hard for a computer to account for all the changes in personality a pony had gone through, or know if a person had a dark side.
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>Not to mention what a gender swap did to a person’s profile.
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>You unconsciously rubbed your back thighs together, a small groan coming from your throat at the still-strange feeling.
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>Gender swaps were common… there were a lot more mares than stallions, after all.
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>But like you said, you were lucky.
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>Your master, Anon, was kind, gentle, loving, and always paid plenty of attention to you.
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>In return, all he asked was that you help with some basic chores around the house while he worked.
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>Thankfully he worked from home, so you could curl up in his lap whenever you felt a little needy.
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>And he made good money too, so you were never left wanting when it came to toys or games or snacks.
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>Compared to your dead-end office job, coming home to an empty house every day with no real future?
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>This wasn’t so bad.
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>And having someone who cared about you, someone who made you feel special?
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>That was indescribable.
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>It was hard to understate how good it felt to mean something to someone, to be able to greet your master and have him smile and pick you up.
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>He loved to blow raspberries on your belly and tease you for being cute.
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>He liked to tickle you whenever you got too sassy and gave you headpats and praise whenever you did something good.
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>To feel that genuine affection made your heart sore, gave you goosebumps, and sometimes…?
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>If things got particularly lovey, your chest felt heavy and full and warm in all the right ways.
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>It was a feeling without compare.
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>You genuinely loved your master.
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>Though, the two of you still had challenges in your relationship.
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>In particular, you had a bad heat problem.
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>The heats as a pony were like being a hormonal teenager surrounded by hot naked women for years on end without release, all condensed within the microcosm of a week.
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>Ponies could take the edge off with medication, but you had a naturally high libido even outside your heat.
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>During that week, your mind was a slurry of slutty, depraved thoughts, and nothing could calm you down or get your mind out of the gutter save for a good power fuck.
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>Thus far, Anon helped by getting you plenty of toys, but that wasn’t what you needed.
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>You needed a real, live cock to spread you open.
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>But Master didn’t want to help when you got lewd like that.
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>He’d said no the first time, and looked more than a little uncomfortable about the prospect of doing anything sexual with you.
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>It hurt, but you didn’t want to be a nuisance, so you didn’t ask after that.
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>Your next heat was approaching in a few days, and you eyed the date on the calendar with dread.
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>Anon promised he’d look into stronger medications this time, or barring that, a fucking machine.
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>But while those things were nice, they probably wouldn’t help.
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>You didn’t have the heart to tell him.
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>That wasn’t the only cause for concern in your relationship though.
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>You see, while Anon was by all counts an amazing master, he still had some quirks.
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>He was a bit messy, for one, an issue that only got worse once you were around taking care of the cleaning.
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>And he could be stubborn as a mule sometimes, as well as occasionally prone to jealousy when it came to you enjoying the attention of other males.
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>But that was something you could live with or manage in the case of getting pets from mostly him.
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>Rather, Anon had one particular flaw that was particularly challenging for you to cope with.
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>You let out a soft moan as you wiggled yourself deeper into the confines of the laundry hamper, basking in the scent of your master.
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>You could feel the first dregs of need trickling into your system like melting ice as you lay there, inhaling his scent like a drug.
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>He was going to be upset if you didn’t get your chores finished but you couldn’t help it.
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>You loved doing this.
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>Everything felt so soft and warm.
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>And it smelled so nice.
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>Anon was busy working on his computer still, you told yourself.
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>He wasn’t going to catch you.
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>You shoved your muzzle into a pair of boxers, breathing deep of his intoxicating, male scent.
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>A shiver ran through you and you clenched your legs tightly.
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>Ooh, your sense of smell as a pony made this so addicting.
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>Everyday should be laundry day.
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>You wormed in deeper, then, using your mouth to pull a pair of pants and a shirt over you, you made a laundry cocoon of sorts.
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>It was perfection.
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>A literal envelopment of softness that smelled like master and made you feel comfort all the way down to your bones.
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>So soft… so nice.
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>Your eyes began to feel heavy.
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>Oh wait… no.
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>You can’t fall asleep now.
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>You have chores to do.
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>Your muscles ached to lay still, to not get up from your comfy spot deep in his clothes.
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>Everytime you made a move to extricate yourself, the thought died halfway, like you were chained down.
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>Maybe you can just relax for a few minutes?
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>Yeah that’d be fine.
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>Just a quick nap and master will be none the wiser.
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>You nuzzled into a pair of socks, feeling the delightful little pills brushing against your fur .
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>Just… a few… minutes.
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>Something made you stir.
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>You blinked, staring blearily around your little cocoon as a yawn spread across your face.
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>Oh… right. Laundry day.
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>Everything in your little clothes nest had conformed to your body, wrapping around you snuggly, save for a pocket around your muzzle, and it felt pleasantly warm still.
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>Gosh, that may have been one of the best naps you’ve ever taken, you thought.
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>You feel so well rested.
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>You pushed your hooves out, hearing them pop before curling back up again.
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>God, why were laundry baskets so comfy and warm and pony sized.
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>If you could, you’d ask master to replace your bed with one.
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>But then again, you prefer sleeping next to him.
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>Nothing like being master’s little teddy pony and getting to feel his steady breathing against your back, knowing he was sleeping soundly because of you.
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>Master always said you were soft and enjoyable to sleep with.
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>You let out a sigh and wormed back into your spot.
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>Alright, just another minute and you’ll finish laundry before master takes a break.
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>“Charmy, what do you think you’re doing?”
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>Your eyes snapped open.
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>Oh no!
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>You sprung up like a steel trap and stood rigid, a pair of boxer shorts hanging on one of your ears.
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>You didn’t dare reach for it.
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>There, squatting in front of the basket, was a stern faced, unimpressed looking Anon.
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>He rolled his head slightly, resting it on his palm as he looked at you, eyes cutting like knives.
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>A small squeak, like the air squeezing from a balloon, eked past your lips.
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>It was then that you noticed the lighting.
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>Gone was the clean, blue lighting of the afternoon sun.
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>In its place, the incandescent lights filled the space with a warm, yellow hue, and outside the laundry room window, you could see the last wisps of the setting sun, painting the bottom edge with red and purple.
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>Oh god, that wasn’t a quick nap at all.
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>You were asleep all afternoon!
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>Anon, didn’t say anything for a time, and you stood there, awkwardly shifting your weight back and forth, waiting for the ball to drop.
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>He simply weighed you with a kind of cold calculation.
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>That should have set off alarm bells in your head but you were far too panicked to notice.
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>Eventually he spoke.
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>“I was looking all over for you, you know.”
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>Your ears snapped back against your head.
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>Ohgodhe’ssodissapointedinyou.
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>You forced down a whine as he continued.
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>“And here I finally find you, in my unfinished laundry, after I got all worried thinking you’d gotten into trouble or were lost. Charm, I thought something happened to you, and instead, I found out you just decided to shirk your chores and take a nap.”
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>You sniffled.
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“I’m s-sorry. Please don’t be mad.”
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>He let out a long breath through his nose.
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>”I’m not mad at you, Charm. I’m just really disappointed.”
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>Your chest felt like someone dropped a weight on it.
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>No no no! You hated this!
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>Why did you have to do that? You should have known better.
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>”This is the third time you’ve done this with my laundry too, so you’re apparently not taking this seriously. No, I don’t think sorry is going to cut it this time. I think we’re going to have to do something about this, and I’m not talking about ‘no TV for a week’ here.”
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>A strange feeling wormed its way into your gut.
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>Uh oh...
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>Anon could be firm with you at times but he’d usually chastise you a bit and give you a minor punishment like taking away your favorite snack or restricting TV time.
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>If anything, he was a little too light when it came to punishments.
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>[spoilers]Being cute had its perks[/spoilers]
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>But every now and then, Anon would get in a mood.
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>It was then that you recognized the look he had—the smile that touched his eyes and teased at his lips.
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>Your stomach dropped out from under you.
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>You see, Anon had one particular personality quirk that wasn’t like the rest.
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>He was a bit messy, yes, and stubborn and jealous on occasion.
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>But like you said, those were easy to deal with.
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>Rather, Anon had one particular quirk that really, truly scared you.
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>He had a sadistic streak.
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>It only popped up once in a blue moon, but when it did, you knew you were in trouble.
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>You tail snapped down between your legs and you felt your skin grow cold as a shiver ran through you.
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>Anon would never hurt you, of course.
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>Not once had he ever used pain to enforce a lesson.
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>You think it was a point of pride for him.
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>But he could punish you in other ways.
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>You swallowed.
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“W-What are you going to do?”
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>”Oh, I think I have an idea.”
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>Anon grabbed your forehoof and dragged you up out of out of the basket, slinging you over his shoulder and keeping one hand under your bottom to keep you steady.
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>He paused for a moment, feeling the faint wetness from your lower lips.
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>You clenched your eyes shut as a furious blush formed on your face.
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>Oh god, now he knows you were getting off on it.
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>If he was disgusted, you couldn’t tell.
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>Anon simply headed towards the back of the house.
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>On his way you noticed him grab a strange, white container, with a picture of a horse on the front, but you didn’t have time to read the label as he slung it under his arm and headed into the backyard.
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>After a few paces onto the cooled grass, he set the container down, and then picked you up and placed you onto a soft patch away from the house.
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>The butterflies in your stomach had whipped themselves into a frenzy as you looked up at your master.
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“What are we going to do in the yard, Master?”
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>”You’ll see.”
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>Anon grabbed the container, and after instructing you not to move, began pouring the liquid out onto the grass.
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>He drew a ring around you, with perhaps enough space to fit another pony or two, then came around to the front of you again.
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>You sniffed the edge of the circle where you could see the dampened grass.
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>It didn’t smell like gasoline.
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>In retrospect you feel guilty for even thinking he’d do something so dangerous to you.
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>He could be mean but master wouldn’t hurt you.
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>You looked up at him, a question in your eyes.
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>His only answer was a sweet, yet worrying smile.
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>Oh, that smile did not bode well for you…
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>Without a word, he left the container on the ground and headed back to the back slider.
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>You sat there, furrowing your brow at him for a moment before you stood and went to follow after.
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>Something stopped you.
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>Your hoof hovered in midair, somehow unable to push forward.
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>You lowered it to the ground, then tried to take a step forward again, but something stopped you, just the same as before.
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>There was no barrier or magic. You could tell that much.
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>You just… couldn’t.
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>Anon had stopped at the door and watched you without a word.
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>You turned, attempting to walk the other way, and again, that same feeling stopped you.
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>You trotted in circles, trying every angle, each time, unable to take that next step.
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>A nervous feeling wormed its way into your gut.
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>You turned to Anon, panic starting to rise in you.
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“Master,” you said, looking over to him. “H-Help! I’m stuck.”
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>He simply put his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly.
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>His smile was like a little girl with a secret, bursting to let you in on it.
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>It was then that you noticed the container he’d carried out had been left just outside your circle.
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>The label had been turned to face you.
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“Horse repellent?”
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>You turned back to Anon.
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>He looked lovingly at you in a way that made your hackles rise.
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>”Aw, my cute little Charmy. You look so adorable. It almost makes it hard.”
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>You swallowed, and sat back down on your haunches.
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>The next move was his… it all depended on how far he wanted to take your punishment.
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> “Well…” he paused for a good few seconds, savoring the suspense as you held your breath. “Goodnight, Charmy.”
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>Fear, cold and sharp surged through you.
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“Master, no please! I’m sorry I’m sorry! Please no!”
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>Anon turned and headed towards the door.
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>Tears began falling down your face as you rushed around the circle, helpless to cross the threshold.
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>NO! You don’t want to be left outside!
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>You want to be with master and cuddle and go to sleep in a nice warm bed and oh god you were such a bad pony why did you do that you should have known b—
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>The door shut.
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>Anon was gone.
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“Master NO! Please don’t leave me!” you cried towards the house, bawling openly now.
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“I’ll be good I promise! Just don’t do this!”
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>There was no answer.
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>Anon was gone.
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>No, wait, don’t panic.
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>This was just a test.
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>He wanted to tease you a little then he’d come right back, pick you up, and be happy that you didn’t say anything you didn’t mean.
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>Just be good and wait.
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>A good pony waits for their master patiently and without whining.
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>You sat there, staring at the slider door while your body was racked with sobs.
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>Any minute now he’d be there.
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>Just be patient.
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>One minute turned into two, then to three.
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>Three turned to ten then to an hour, and eventually, the sun’s light began to fade, dowsing the backyard in a gloomy dusk as you sat there, alone.
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>Your heart ached and a deep sense of dread filled you.
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>Fresh tears sprung forth as you sat there, stomach grumbling, whimpering for a dinner that wouldn’t come tonight.
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>The light eventually faded to night.
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>You watched with horror as the lights in the house progressively went dark until finally, Anon’s bedroom light clicked off.
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>You didn’t sleep.
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>The entire night you lay there on your little island of grass, desperately hoping against all hope that he’d bring you in.
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>But no respite came as your mind slowly turned against you.
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>First came the crushing loneliness.
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>It settled over you with a gnawing discomfort, a thunderhead looming overhead as it ate away at you.
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>But you were alone, with only the darkness around you.
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>It pressed in against you from all sides, taunting you, filling you with dread.
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>You sobbed and covered your face with your hooves.
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>Then came the agitation, the panic.
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>Your breathing and heart rate spiked as you felt the ice cold grip of terror squeeze your chest like a ripe fruit.
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>What if master forgot about you?
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>No, even worse, what if he got up the next day and decided he’d rather not bring you inside anymore?
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>What if he left you here?
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>These thoughts and more, all irrational, all unthinkable when you were held in his arms, felt all too real now.
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>What if master didn’t want you anymore?
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>What if you were really a bad pony all this time?
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>What if he got tired of you and got another pony?
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>What if he LEFT. YOU. ALL. ALONE.
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>Your heart thundered in your chest, threatening to burst as you hyperventilated.
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“Please please please, Master, please come get me,” you whimpered into the dark.
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“Please I’ll be a good pony. I’ll do whatever you want. Just touch me, hold me, look at me. Anything but this.”
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>There was no answer.
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>You felt like you were suffocating.
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>And then, as if to punctuate it all, you felt two icy, wet raindrops tap against the side of your face.
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>Your ears perked up and you looked towards the sky.
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>And it began to rain.
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>Anon walked out of his back door as the sun peeked over the horizon.
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>A fog had rolled in, blanketing the world in a thin mist as he looked over at you sipping his coffee.
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>It was almost like nothing existed here save for you, the yard, and him.
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>You lay there, fur damp and stuck to you, eyes stinging with no more tears to cry.
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>Each breath was a fight as you lay there, unable to move, to say a word.
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>Everything was numb, from your throbbing head to your useless little hooves.
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>Anon just stood there, a neutral expression on his face.
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>Would this be enough?
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>Were you a good girl now?
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>He took a step forward.
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>It was all you could do to keep your eyes on him, to keep them open as he came over to you.
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>He gently brushed the backs of his fingers against your cheek.
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>You hadn’t the strength to raise your head.
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>You went to call out to him, to call him your master like you know you should, but all that left your lips was the hint of a breath.
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>He picked you up.
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>He held you like he always did, your torso facing over his shoulder, bottom cradled in one, strong arm.
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>You flopped over his shoulder like a ragdoll and let out a whimper.
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>God it felt so good just to feel a living being against your fur again.
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>You let out a shuddering breath and pressed into him with what little vigor you had left.
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>”It’s okay, Charmy. You’re all done,” he said, rubbing you gently on the back.
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>”Let’s go inside now. I’ll make you some breakfast.”
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>A wave of relief crashed over you as he walked towards the house, and you felt your eyes moisten with tears once more as you nuzzled into his neck.
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>Your name is Moonlight Charm.
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>Your Master calls you Charmy.
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>It makes you feel tingly when he does that.
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>And you’re one of the lucky mares.
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>You have a master.
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>And you love him so much.
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Should have Known Better (OC, PTFG, one-shot, COMPLETE)
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