Slave Pony: Twilight Sparkle by AnalplugAnon


                                            >You are Anon

                                            >You have just bought a pony slave

                                            >Hooray!

                                            >Finally, someone who will put up with your bullshit!

                                            >Oh god almighty you're so alone.

                                            >You set down the carrier cage thingy for cats and open the hatch.

                                            >Slowly; hesitantly; a purple unicorn steps out.

                                            >She's bruised and you can see scars in the patches of fur that are missing.

                                            >Her horn, unlike many other unicorns, is intact.

                                            >That's why she was so cheap; she had the potential to hurt her master.

                                            >But you weren't going to be her master.

                                            "Twilight?"

                                            >Her head snaps to you and you can see a mixture of caution and terror in her eyes.

                                            >"Y-yes, master?"

                                            >You grimace. Oh god, you're trying to HELP her; you don't need her to fucking call you 'master'.

                                            "Just...just call me 'Anon', okay? None of this 'master' crap."

                                            >Twilight tilts her head, trying to process what you said.\

                                            >"Alright, Anon. I will call you that from now on."

                                            >Sounds like Siri.

                                            >A robot with no personality or will of her own.

                                            "Twilight, I want to say this outright. I'm not going to hurt you. I will not 'punish' you for your misbehaviour. I bought you because you were suffering, and I don't want to see another breathing, thinking, feeling, dreaming creature suffer."

                                            >Twilight says nothing.

                                            >Is that a glimmer of hope in her eyes?

                                            >....

                                            >Nope.

                                            >"I hear and understand, Anon."

                                            >God dammit.

                                            >What did they DO to her?

                                            "Let's just start the tour of your new home."

                                            >"Yes, Anon."

                                            >Fuck, the way she says it, it may as well be "master".

                                            >Once you walk her through your home, you leave her to her own devices.

                                            >Like you said; you are NOT her master.

                                            >Fucked up as it may be, you bought a FRIEND, not a slave.

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >Twilight is now sitting at your feet.

                                            "Yes, Twilight?"

                                            >"What do you plan to feed me? I have been trained to consume and digest a wide variety of substances, so you may feed you what you wish."


                                            >........Jesus fucking Christ.

                                            "I.... what do you want to eat?"

                                            >Twilight doesn't say a thing; she looks at you with a cocked head.

                                            >"I'm sorry, Anon. I don't understand."

                                            "Look, just- What is your favourite food?"

                                            >After a brief pause, you quickly add

                                            "Your answer will not result in punishment, no matter what you said. Consider this permission to speak freely."

                                            >You feel sick after saying that.

                                            >Twilight pauses, deep in thought.

                                            >"I... I like salad with flowers and hay..."

                                            >Twilight cringes and braces herself like she expects to be hit.

                                            >Like HELL she will be.

                                            "I have those. I can make it for you, Twilight."

                                            >Twilight looks up at you in surprise, but that emotion is quickly masked with neutrality.

                                            >"Thank you, Anon. You are a most considerate and generous master."

                                            >Oh god you are NEVER going to get used to this.

                                            >You were an idiot. You wanted to be the big-dickingest manly man white-knight and save a pony from enslavement, but you didn't even consider that she might have psychological issues.

                                            >You know.

                                            >From the TORTURE.

                                            >Fuck you and everything about you, Anon.

                                            >You wanted to feel important, and this is what you've got.

                                            >A mare who is in serious need of.....

                                            >You don't know.

                                            >Something that isn't this.

                                            >White-knight bullshit aside, you legitimately feel for her.

                                            >You want this to stop.

                                            >So you make her dinner.

                                            >You make the best fucking salad with flowers and hay that you can.

                                            >And despite her expectations, you give her a plate on the TABLE like a PERSON, not the bowl on the floor that came with her.


                                            >Fucking dammit, you are NOT prepared for this.

                                            >As you prepare for bed, you see Twilight sitting by your pillow.

                                            >"What will you have me do, Anon?"

                                            >Like the stupid idiot you are, you don't understand.

                                            >Fucking autist.

                                            "....what do you WANT to do, Twilight?"

                                            >Is this a test?

                                            >Twilight doesn't waste time in answering.

                                            >"I would like to pleasure you before you sleep, if you will allow me."

                                            >aaaaah

                                            >With a heavy burden on your shoulders, you sit on the edge of your bed.

                                            "Twilight, I really do mean it when I say that I don't want you to do anything to me."

                                            >You glance over, and she's giving you the same look as when she was offering her body to you.

                                            >"I am willing to do whatever you need to do."

                                            >You miserable cunt, what have you gotten yourself into?

                                            "Just..."

                                            >You cradle your head in your hands.

                                            >This is too much.

                                            >How are you supposed to deal with this?

                                            >You're out of your league.

                                            >You aren't ready for this.

                                            >You need an adult.

                                            "Twilight...?"

                                            >She perks up at her name.

                                            "...Go to sleep. You may sleep in my bed. You and I will do nothing but sleep. Is that understood?"

                                            >Please, God, you can't deal with this right now.

                                            >Just say yes.

                                            >"I understand and obey, Anon."

                                            >You don't sleep well that night.


                                            >It's four in the morning when you decide to give up on sleeping that night.

                                            >On the pillow next to you sleeps Twilight, curled up in a ball and completely still.

                                            >Dead-still.

                                            >Honestly, if it weren't for the rise and fall of her chest, well...

                                            >You've seen pony-pets before. One of your neighbours even had one.

                                            >They seemed to you to be really happy. Always a smile on their muzzles, always excited to see their masters.

                                            >Until you bought Twilight, you really only thought of them as intelligent dogs; Lord knew they ACTED like it.

                                            >You sit up in your bed, and your old mattress squeaks loudly.

                                            >Had it not been for the complete silence of your room, you never would have heard a tiny, stifled gasp coming from behind you.

                                            >Twilight was still curled up, but her eyes were wide open, and the fur on her haunches stood on end.

                                            >You weren't prepared for damaged goods; you just wanted a friend.

                                            >You overreacted yesterday, but you really don't know what to do.

                                            >Can you fix her? Is she beyond fixing?

                                            >HOW do you fix her?

                                            "Go back to sleep, Twilight. I'm going to go watch TV in the living room."

                                            >"Yes, Anon. I will make sure to be well-rested for tomorrow."

                                            >Twilight obediently closes her eyes, but her posture remains stiff.

                                            >She won't relax and fall asleep until you're out of the room.


                                            >In the living room, things look dark and scary.

                                            >Your TV is only on right now to provide some background noise, so you've set it to the news.

                                            >You flip through your phone, looking on forums for how to treat special cases of abuse.

                                            >You'd gone through some pet-pony stuff before you bought Twilight, of course, but you never expected her to be the way she was.


                                            >Nothing.

                                            >There were only second-hand reports and stories from "a friend of a friend".

                                            >Seems Twilight just got real lucky and landed herself with some sick fuck before she came to you.

                                            >Maybe she needs to be pampered? You know, to show her that she can trust you.

                                            >It's a better plan than no plan at all, you guess.

                                            >Looks like you'll be heading out to the store soon.


                                            >By seven o'clock, you've decided that you've waited long enough to get to the stores.

                                            >You've already prepared breakfast for Twilight; the same as dinner, only with scrambled eggs.

                                            >The pony forums said that most ponies loved eggs, so...

                                            "Twilight?"

                                            >You poke your head into your room to call her for breakfast and spot Twilight sitting on the pillow she slept on.

                                            >"How can I help you, Anon?"

                                            "Breakfast is ready, Twilight. It's a salad like last night, but I put some scrambled eggs on the side."

                                            >Twilight's eyes light up for a split-second, before they return to their dull, neutral state.

                                            >"Thank you very much, Anon. I don't deserve such a delicious meal."

                                            >This mare is killing you.

                                            "Twilight, you haven't done anything NOT to deserve it. You don't have to earn your meals in my house, okay?"

                                            >Twilight cocks her head, and confusion is plain on her face.

                                            >"I... I don't..."

                                            >You don't let her finish. Instead, you wave her over.

                                            "Breakfast is on the table, Twilight. C'mon over and eat."

                                            >Twilight hops down off of your bed and stiffly walks past you towards the kitchen.

                                            >Breakfast is a tense affair.

                                            >You had to instruct Twilight to sit on the chair to eat her food, which surprised her.

                                            >God's sake, she nearly had a nervous breakdown when you told her that she was free to use her magic to feed herself.

                                            >The look on her face was a mixture of terror and elation.

                                            >You don't think she EVER expected to be allowed to use her magic ever again.

                                            >Why not just chain her to the wall, while you were at it?