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>Fucking rain.
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>Fucking cold weather.
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>Fucking weathermen with their shit forecasts.
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>Hey Anon, today’s going to be a nice and sunny day.
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>Make sure you don’t bring an umbrella or warm clothes either.
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>I hope they get dick cancer and raped by a water buffalo, fucking channel twelve weatherguy.
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>You were on your way home from your job when the rain started.
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>The sky decided to just open up and fuck with your day.
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>Luckily you managed to snag a coat from the lost and found so at least you got some protection from the ice cold rain.
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>So here you were walking in the rain.
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>Miserable as shit.
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>The icy drops collecting on your head and dripping their way down your face.
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>Did you mention how cold it was?
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>Well just to be certain, it was fucking cold.
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>When you get home you’re just going to take an hour long warm shower.
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>A nice warm shower sounded fantastic right now.
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>As you continued the trek home the building around you changed from the usual storefronts to more derelict looking shops.
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>This route always took you through the shitty part of town.
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>Most of the stores were closed down and their windows boarded up.
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>You’d think there would be crime but everybody was so poor, robbing anyone wouldn’t get you anywhere.
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>Hell, if anyone robbed you maybe they could steal the two bills that were currently getting drenched in your back pocket.
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>With that thought the sky above you lit up.
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>Great, maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get struck by lightning.
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>Quickening up your pace you stepped right into a puddle.
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>The feeling of your shoe filling up with water made a chill go down your spine.
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>Yup, great fucking day today.
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>A flash of light lit up the sky again.
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>Yeah there’s that.
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>That and the thunder, and the crying.
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>Wait… crying?
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>You came to a halt.
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>You’re not the smartest man on the planet.
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>Hell far from it.
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>But that sure sounded like crying.
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>Slowly backing up the crying only got louder.
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>Eventually you stood at the entrance of an alleyway.
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>Various bottles and garbage bags littered its entrance.
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>It was way too dark to see inside it and find the origin of the noise.
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>Isn’t this how scary movies start?
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>A guy walks into an alley lured by crying, only to be torn apart by a serial killer or monster
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>Nah.
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>It’s not like your life is some crazy story only made for entertainment.
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>Steeling yourself you made the choice to continue.
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>Whipping out your cell phone you flick it on to use it as a makeshift flashlight.
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>Finally a use for this expensive piece of shit.
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>Well except looking up porn.
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>The quick internet definitely made porn better.
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>Walking slowly you passed several garbage cans.
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>Some were upended, spilling their contents on the ground.
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>There it combined with the rain water that was now coming down even harder than before.
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>Man the stench was horrible.
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>If there was anyone here, they most certainly lost their sense of smell by now.
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>Moving deeper into the darkened alley you searched for the source of the noise.
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>With every step that you took the crying grew in volume.
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>It definitely belonged to a girl as far as you could tell.
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>A few steps later you came to a cardboard box.
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>This was it.
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>With each audible sob the box moved a little.
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“Are you okay?”
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>Whomever was inside the box scrambled and ended flipping the box over.
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>That’s when you saw her.
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>A little orange filly tumbled out.
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>Even with the rain falling you saw the fresh tears running down her face.
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>But it was her eyes that shocked you the most.
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>She was scared.
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>”Ple…please don’t hurt me.”
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>With that simple sentence she was out like a light.
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>Whether from being afraid or just tired you couldn’t tell.
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>Kneeling down you checked for any signs that she was still alive.
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>Her chest rose and fell lightly, which earned a relieved sigh from you.
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>Checking her over you were sure of it now.
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>A stray.
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>She didn’t have a collar or tag etched into her hoof.
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>So trying to find her owner wouldn’t be an easy task.
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>That’s if she even had an owner.
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>Without much of a choice you picked the little pony and placed her inside your jacket.
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>At least you could keep her warm until you got back to your place.
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>You sure as hell weren’t going to leave her out here.
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>With a new vigor you rushed home.
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>Which was only slightly faster than you were walking before due to the added weight and trying to hold the filly.
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>This event did raise some questions in your mind.
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>Ponies were rare.
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>Not extremely rare, but not something you ran into on daily basis.
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>Most that were sold legally went for quite a lot of money.
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>You didn’t even want to think how much the illegal ones went for.
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>The illegal market sprang up here and there, but most of the auctions houses were brought down quickly.
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>So how did anyone let a small filly just end up in a alleyway in the worst part of town?
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>It didn’t make any sense.
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>Without even noticing you arrived at home.
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>Damn inner monologue’s.
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>A challenger has appeared!
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>Fishing your keys out your pocket while keeping a firm hold on the filly clutched to your chest turned out to be harder than you thought.
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>Come on you son of a bitch!
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>The damn key ring got stuck in your pocket.
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>Fucking hell.
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>Finally after your fight with getting the front door open you got inside.
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>Going into the living room you placed the little pony on your couch and went on to grab a towels.
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>Grabbing a few from the linen closet you went back.
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>Picking up the filly again you headed towards the bathroom.
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>A warm bath would hopefully warm her up and clean her up a bit.
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>You filled the tub with nice warm water and gently lowered her in.
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>Even with all this she didn’t wake up.
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>She must have been completely exhausted.
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>And judging by how thin she was, she was probably malnourished as well.
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>Grabbing some shampoo you began washing her coat.
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>As carefully as possible you began working on getting all the accumulated grit and grime out.
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>How long was she out there?
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>Grabbing a cup from under your sink, you repeated the process for her mane and tail.
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>Soon enough she was clean and warmed up.
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>Setting one of the towels on the ground you set the filly down on it.
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>With the other towel you began drying her.
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>Satisfied with your job you eyed the little orange puffball.
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>A purple mane and tail adorned her.
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>Interesting color combination.
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>It’s when your eyes fell on her wings did anger really hit you.
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>You heard stories of people doing stuff like this.
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>They would bind a pegasi’s wings in order to impede any chances of them escaping.
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>But when they did it to young Pegasi it actually caused severe irreparable damage.
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>Judging by the state of her wings, whoever did own her at one point did it.
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>She’d never fly.
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>As gently as you possibly could you picked up the little filly and brought her to your room.
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>Setting her on your bed you tucked her in.
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>Maybe after a good night’s sleep you’d be able to get some answers.
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>Time to fish out your sleeping bag from the closet.
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>Right before you went to bed for the night you checked on the little one resting on your bed.
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>There in the center of the queen size bed was the little filly.
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>Bundled up in a blanket.
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>Closing the door quietly you went to your temporary bed aka sleeping bag on the ground.
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>Let’s face it, you are an asshole.
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>So why were you doing this.
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>You could have just as easily taken her to a shelter.
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>I’m over thinking this, deciding to sleep on it you closed your eyes.
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>You didn't even care that you were still in your wet clothes.
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>What time is it?
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>Slowly your eyes adjusted to the darkness.
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>Looking to the side to find out what time it was you found… nothing.
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>What?
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>The events from the past few hours finally came to the forefront.
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>And with them the realization that you were not in your bedroom.
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>Reaching up you tried wiping the grogginess from your eyes.
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>Only to stop.
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>Soft sobs emanated from down the hall.
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>Your impromptu guest was awake it seems.
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>The sobs only continued.
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>That’s probably what woke you up.
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>Getting out of the sleeping bag you realized that you were still wearing the wet clothes from earlier.
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>You’d probably get sick if you don’t change out of these soon.
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>Slowly approaching your room you cracked the door open.
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>There on your bed the little filly was awake.
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>Tears streamed down her face as sobs wracked her small body.
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>The sight would break any man.
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>Slowly you pushed the door to open it further.
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>Only to hear that damn hinge creak like no tomorrow.
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>Do you think she heard it?
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>Looking back at the filly, her eyes were wide and staring straight into yours.
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>Yup she heard it.
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>In a scurry you saw her try to back up and away from you.
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“Hey it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”
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>Your words fell on deaf ears as she continued to back up only to be met by the headboard.
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>You winced when the back of her head hit it.
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>That was probably going to leave a mark.
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>”Please, let me go I’m sorry I was making so much noise.”
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>Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, at this rate she’d have a panic attack.
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>You only came to the foot of the bed.
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>Any closer any she would probably have a breakdown.
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“Look I’m not mad.”
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>You held up both hands to show that you meant no harm.
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>She still looked like her heart might pop out of her chest at any second.
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>Well so much for that.
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“How about a name?”
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“Do you have a name?”
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>”Scootaloo.”
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>Okay well at least it’s something.
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“Okay Scootaloo, I’m going to grab a change of clothes then head back to the living room.”
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“Try to get some rest, I’m not going to hurt you or bother you.”
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>Grabbing some clothes from the dresser you left the room leaving the door ajar.
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>Small steps Anon.
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>At this rate you might even get straight answers before the year’s over.
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>Going to the bathroom you slipped into the dry clothes.
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>Throwing the wet ones in the hamper, you headed back to your makeshift bed.
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>Getting back in the sleeping bag you close your eyes and willed yourself back into dreamland.
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>A truly magical place where you, Chuck Norris, and Walter Cronkite saved the world from a cheese monster.
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>Good times.
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>Still you had a nagging feeling in the back of your head.
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>Like you were forgetting a pretty important thing.
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>Oh well you’d deal with it tomorrow.
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>Warm.
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>You were warm.
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>It was so much different than what you had been expecting when you woke up.
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>After you escaped that hell, all you knew was cold and hunger.
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>You didn’t dare open your eyes out of fear of the warmth going away.
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>The fear of waking up in that dirty alley kept them tightly shut.
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>But you were surrounded by warmth and softness.
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>Maybe you were dead.
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>And all those horrors that you saw were finally over.
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>Some mares were bought just to be maids.
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>Some got taken away crying.
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>Others, they go much worse.
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>Sweetie was bought and taken away, as was Applebloom.
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>The same happened to Pinkie and Twilight.
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>They didn’t even put up a fight when they left.
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>When those humans took them away.
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>But you did.
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>You waited, planned, and finally escaped.
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>The lone guard didn’t really think you could do it since you were so small and couldn’t fly.
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>You used it to your advantage.
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>Most of the ponies that were there didn’t even bat an eye when you unlocked their cages.
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>Then when you heard the guard returning you ran.
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>Without ever looking back.
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>You wanted to save them, you really did but getting caught again wasn’t going to do any good.
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>That’s how you ended up in that alleyway.
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>First you hid so they wouldn’t find you.
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>But eventually you realized, you yourself didn’t know where you were.
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>That and you didn’t dare step out of the alley with all the humans about.
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>Then the rain came.
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>With no food or shelter you got inside a cardboard box and began crying.
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>Why was this world so evil.
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>What did you or your friends ever do to deserve this.
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“Aaah…achoo!”
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>Thanks to your own stupidity it looked like you were coming down with a cold.
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>Groggily you crawled out of the sleeping bag.
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>Walking over to the table you picked up your phone to check the time.
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>7 am.
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>Still early.
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>You should probably check on the filly, and get some food in her.
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>But first bathroom.
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>Your bladder felt like it was about to explode.
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>Running to the bathroom you flung the door open.
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>Only to be pelted in the face with a roll of toilet paper.
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>”Get out!!!!”
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>And quickly you slammed the door shut.
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>Well she was awake and alive at least.
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>As for you however.
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>So much for not looking like a perv.
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>As for your bladder?
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>You could hold it for now.
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>Waiting patiently, you tapped your foot.
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>The noise of the toilet flushing got your attention.
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“Is it safe to open the door?”
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>”Yeah.”
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>Casting a quick glance at you the young mare walked past you.
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>The change from her previous nervous wreck like self to this was a good thing.
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>You guess.
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>Maybe.
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>What the fuck did you know about psychology?
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>Well next to nothing and add the fact that we were talking about terrestrial talking miniature equines makes this just a bit more strange.
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>Then the reason for standing there hit you.
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>Damn did you need to pee.
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>After using the bathroom you made a beeline for the bedroom.
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>Hopefully you could clear up the little misunderstanding.
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>And hopefully talk to her about her circumstances.
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>The door wasn’t closed but lightly ajar.
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>Knocking on it you pushed it open the rest of the way.
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“Can I come in?”
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>”It’s your house.”
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>Calm down girly I’m just trying to be polite.
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>She was sitting on her haunches on your bed.
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>Her face was impassive, but her eyes betrayed her.
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>You knew when someone didn’t trust you.
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“Well I already know your name, mine’s Anonymous or Anon for short.”
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>She still looked as impassive as ever.
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>Tough crowd.
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“About last night…”
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>You were cut off before you could even finish the sentence.
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>”Why did you bring me here?”
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>”Are you some sort of sicko, do you like filly’s you pervert. I saw guys like you at the auction house, you sicken me.”
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>The last words she spat out like they were toxic.
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“Woah okay, if this is about the bathroom thing, I just needed to take a piss. How the hell was I supposed to know a mare was going to be in there.”
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“You could have at least locked the door.”
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>Scootaloo looked at you then raised her hooves up.
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>”And exactly how was I supposed to do that you idiot?”
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>Well you just made yourself look like a retard.
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>Blame it on the public education system.
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>You were about to retort to the little mare when you were interrupted by the ringing of your phone.
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“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
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>”Where exactly do you think I’m going to go?”
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>Damn smart miniature horse.
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>Sprinting back to the living room you picked up your cell.
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>The name on the caller Id belonged to your workmate Steve.
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“Hey Steve, what’s up?”
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>”No work today, there was a situation at the office.”
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“Against my better judgment I’m going to ask what happened?”
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>Stupid human.
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>First he tries to spy on you using the bathroom, now this.
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>You got rescued by the world’s most dumb and perverted human.
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>Despite his request you went in the direction he ran off toward.
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>There standing in the living room you found him.
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>Phone stuck to his ear, mumbling incoherent sentences.
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>”Office contaminated….. Jerry got drunk…. Snuck in with ten hookers.”
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>”Wait how many pounds of manure… jesus… where the hell did he get all that shit?”
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>Turning right around you went back to the bedroom.
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>You didn’t even want to know.
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>You continued to listen to the explanation from your coworker.
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>The office was declared a biohazard by OSHA.
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>Holy shit those guys work fast.
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>Fucking Jerry, he always does this shit when he gets drunk.
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>Last time it was aborted fetuses and pudding, now this.
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>Where the fuck did he get the money for his shenanigans.
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>”So basically, we have the rest of the week off until they get all the shit off the walls and ceiling.”
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>”So there’s that and our janitor quit.”
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“Okay got it, I guess I’ll see you guys next week.”
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>”Yup, later Anon.”
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>Week off from work.
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>Fuck yeah.
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>Setting the phone down you headed back to the bedroom.
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>Stopping by the door, you knocked.
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>Just in case she was naked.
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>God dammit she’s a miniature horse, she’s always naked.
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>You should probably ask your parents if they dropped you on your head as a child.
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>It’d definitely explain a lot.
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>After knocking gently you pushed open the door.
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>It took only a second to see her distinct coloration against your sheets.
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>She was there sitting on her haunches in the middle of your bed with a grouchy pout on her face.
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“Soooo, you hungry?”
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>The loud rumbling noise coming from her tummy was the answer you got first.
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>”What do you think?”
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>There’s the snarky attitude from before.
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“Want me to cook anything specific? I can cook some mean scrambled eggs.”
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>”I don’t care, just no meat.”
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“I figured as much. Just give me a bit and I’ll whip up some food.”
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>Heading to your modest kitchen you set to work.
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>A simple breakfast of eggs, hash browns, and some pancakes with a side of OJ sounded like the best choice.
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>And judging by how tiny she looked she probably hasn’t had a decent meal in a long time.
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>Mixing the ingredients for the pancake mix you set the skillet and sprayed it with some pam.
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>Multitasking like a boss.
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>”You done yet, I’m hungry.”
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>Yeah you freeloading horse, almost done.
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“You know it wouldn’t hurt you to be just a little polite.”
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>”Yeah I remember politeness from the farm. You humans would take mares and fillies and make them do disgusting things.”
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>”And when they refused they’d be beaten. Is that what you want you sicko?”
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“Holy fucking shit relax, no need for all that. I know you probably went through a lot but have I done anything to make you feel unsafe here?”
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>”Besides trying to peek when I was using the bathroom.”
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“That was an accident.”
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>”I’m sure.”
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>Damn you little horse.
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“How about this, I’m almost done cooking so we’ll eat a warm breakfast then talk about your… strange circumstances.”
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>With a snort the filly left the kitchen.
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>From where you stood you saw her hop up onto the chair by the dining room table and put her head on her hoof in a show of boredom.
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>Maybe you can figure out who messed up a little kid this badly.
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>You sure as hell weren’t this fucked up when you were younger.
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>Then again you weren’t made to be a slave in a strange world where you saw your friends sold off to be slaves for labor or sex.
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>So yeah, you’d need to be sensitive to her feelings during the talk.
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>Well you’re fucked.
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>Being nice and sensitive towards others people feelings was never your forte.
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>Loading up two plates with some breakfast goodness you headed to the table.
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>This was going to be an interesting dining experience.
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>Setting one of the plates in front of the filly you set yours at the spot across from her.
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>Shit you forgot the utensils.
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“Be back in a sec.”
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>Walking back to the kitchen you grabbed two sets of cutlery.
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>Stopping a question came to mind.
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>How was she going to use these with her hooves?
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>This you had to see.
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>She’d probably try to hit you if you tried feeding her, that would be a sight to see.
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>Walking back into the dining room you saw quite a sight.
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>Scootaloo was chowing down.
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>Her face pressed hard into the food on the plate.
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>Yup she was definitely hungry.
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>You could only watch in awe as the little filly inhaled everything as if it were her last meal.
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>A few seconds later you saw her head lift from the plate.
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>Bits and pieces of eggs and hash stuck to her snout.
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>Then you saw something new.
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>She smiled.
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>An honest to goodness smile.
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>Hnnnnngg!
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>Composing yourself you decided to break the nice moment.
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“Want seconds?”
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>Her smile disappeared in an instant.
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>”Yes… please.”
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>Well I’ll be damned, she said please.
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>Remember Anon, small victories.
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>With a big smile on your face you stood up ready to fill Scootaloo’s plate with more food.
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>The sudden knocking on your door however put a hamper on that.
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>You weren’t expecting any company this early.
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>Sliding your plate in front of the filly, you headed to the door.
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“Swear to god, if it’s a salesman I’m going to be pissed.”
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>But when you opened the door you were a bit surprised.
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>”Good Morning Mr. Mouse, my name is Doctor Byzantine.”
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>The man standing there was wearing a sharp suit that looked like it cost more than what you made in… ever.
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>”Now don’t look so surprised Mr. Mouse, may I call Anon?”
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>Before you could even respond the man continued.
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>”You see Anon, you have in your possession something that does not belong to you.”
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>I don’t like where this is going.
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>”May I come in, I believe this conversation would best be had in a much more private atmosphere, don’t you?”
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>I really don’t like where this is going.
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>Shakily you nod your head and step aside to let the man who claimed to be a doctor in.
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>Cautiously you led him to the living room.
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>As you both sat down he continued.
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>”Much better, now Anon on to business. You have something that belongs to me, and were it not for the fact that I made an oath to do no harm you would be in quite a predicament.”
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>God what did you get yourself into?
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“Listen Jerry said to just hold onto it for him. That fucker said it wasn’t illegal or stolen so I”
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>”Young man what are you on about?”
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>Walking over to the entertainment center you pulled out the box that Jerry gave you months ago.
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“Isn’t this what you’re here for.”
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>You handed the box to the doctor who opened it.
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>The moment he opened the box the contents cast an eerie green glow over his face.
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>”By the gods, why would you even have this.”
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>The doctor proceeded to pull out the foot long glow in the dark dildo.
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>Placing the big veiny bastard back in its box he handed it back to you.
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>”I’m quite happy to say that the reason for me being here does not involve the curious contents of that case.”
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>”I’m here because you have come into possession of one of our pony’s.”
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>How did they?
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>How the hell did they know about Scootaloo.
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>”Judging by your confusion you are trying to deduce how we knew her whereabouts. It’s quite simple really. A small gps chip implanted at the base of the neck, much like the ones used for dogs.”
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>”It’s extremely efficient and very practical. Look they even have an app for it on the phone.”
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>Causually he held up his phone, but all you saw was a lock screen.
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>”Give me second here, alright slide to unlock and…. Darn, what was the passcode again. What do you mean I’m locked out for 5 minutes! Well you get the idea.”
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>Nonchalantly he placed the phone back in his suit pocket.
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“So what do you want? You here to take her back to that hell hole she escaped from?”
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>Despite his carefree attitude earlier, the look he gave you sent chills down your spine.
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>If you’ve ever seen a video of a predator evaluating its prey you would know the look.
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>”As shocking as it may come, no I have not, well not in the sense you’re thinking of. That little filly has been a thorn in my operation for quite too long.”
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>”Constant escape attempts, inciting riots and uprisings, that sort of thing. That and the fact that she bit me.”
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“She bit you?”
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>”Right in the calf, don’t let her small size fool you she may as well be a small shark with hooves.”
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>You saw him lift up his leg and pull up the pant leg.
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>A small imprint of teeth marks were still there.
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“Ouch.”
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>”Indeed. But back on topic, here’s our connondrum. This filly is still our rightfull property, but she’s caused more trouble than she’s worth.”
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>”So we have two choices here.
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>”Either I take her back and ship her to another ranch or”
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“Or?”
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>”Or you buy her. And I am sorry but I need your answer quickly, I am a busy man after all and I rarely ever make house calls anymore.”
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“Yes.”
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>With a smile the doctor walked over and shook you hand.
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>”Excellent, excellent. Now as most ponies run along the lines of about $2500, and due to your understanding and hospitable nature I’ll bring down the price down to let’s say $1500.”
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>Wincing internally you nodded.
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>”Do not worry yourself young man, we already ran your credit and prepared a personal loan for you with our bank.”
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“Wait, you guys have a bank?”
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>”Naturally, we do a lot of business it would only make things more convoluted if we didn’t.”
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>”Anyhoo, enjoy your purchase and we’ll send all her papers to you within the week.
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>Slowly you nodded.
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>Walking the doctor back to the door you thought about what just happened.
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>So right now you owned Scootaloo.
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>Well at least she didn’t need to worry about someone coming for her anymore.
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>But a gut feeling told you that this was only going to cause more problems than it solved.
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>You closed the door the moment that the weird man stepped through it.
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>Well crap, you owned a small equine.
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>Why does this shit always happen on your days off.
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>Walking back to the kitchen, you were ready to break the news to Scootaloo.
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“Hey Scootaloo?”
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>”Don’t you hey me, I heard everything!”
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>”So you own me, well guess what you’re a sicko and a pervert that likes watching ponies go to the bathroom.”
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>Again with that.
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>”So don’t think I’m going to call you master or anything you weirdo.”
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“I was going to say lets finish breakfast and maybe watch some television.”
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>And the little filly instantly stopped her rant.
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>Her mouth still open she just sat there.
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>You however had more pressing matters.
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>Filling up her plate from before and setting it down, you sat at your own spot and began downing your breakfast.
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>Boy you made some killer eggs, if you do say so yourself.
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>”Sorry.”
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>Well that was quick.
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“Don’t worry about it.”
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>Swallowing the rest of the food in your mouth you looked Scootaloo straight in the eyes.
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“I don’t blame you for not trusting humans, and honestly buying you was the best option at the time if you consider the alternative.”
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“I don’t need a slave or a pet, so for now let’s just say were roomies., that good with you?”
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>A slow nod from the orange filly was the only response you got.
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