Auction Pony Scenes


                                            >"And up next, we have a beautiful specimen. Earth pony, mare, strong but submissive in temperament! Bidding starts at 1000. Do I hear 1100?"

                                            >The pink pony, which had walked up to the stage with her eyes downward, suddenly looked up with surprise.

                                            >"Ren? Is that you?"

                                            >A shout goes up in the gathered crowd, soon followed by more.

                                            >"1200!"

                                            >"1300!"

                                            >"We've got 1300... no 1400 from the gentleman in the back! Do I hear 1500? Come on folks, this is a prime workhorse here!"

                                            >The pink mare keeps up her attempts at communication.

                                            >"Ren! Renegade Heart? It's me, Ivy! We went to school together! Don't you remember me?"

                                            >Her loud stage whispers fail to register on the pony auctioneer.

                                            >Or perhaps she's deliberately ignoring it.

                                            >You wouldn't doubt it.

                                            >Pony collaborators weren't treated with any particular respect by their kin.

                                            >Except maybe in cases like this.

                                            >The bid reaches 2100 before the pony is finally auctioned off.

                                            >"...going twice! SOLD to the young lady in the stunning green skirt!"

                                            >The auctioned pony resists the man attempting to lead her off the stage.

                                            >"Please, Ren! Don't let them take me! Please!"

                                            >Ren doesn't look back at her, she's busy shuffling her papers in preparation for the next pony.

                                            >This seems to break her.

                                            >"REN! You dirty, traitorous whorse! By Celestia, you'll get yours! You'll pay for selling your own friends and family into slavery!"

                                            >The slave pony's screeching insults and curses continue until they finally fade out, distance and the ambient sounds of the auction house eventually drowning her out.

                                            >Ren, for her part, seems unperturbed.

                                            >Collaborators have a reputation as being cold-blooded.

                                            >A pony has to be, for this kind of job, you guess.


                                            >"Seven-fifty going once, going twice... sold to the gentleman in the black tux!"

                                            >The other Anon goes up to receive his new pony

                                            >"Alright ladies and germs, that does it for-"

                                            "One thousand!"

                                            >"Sir, I'm afraid the the bid is already over-"

                                            "Not for her."

                                            >"Pardon? There are no other ponies for sale-"

                                            "For you."

                                            >"M-Me?! Sir, you can't be serious, I'm the auctioneer, you can't-"

                                            "Two thousand."

                                            >"Sir, really!"

                                            "Three thousand."

                                            >"Buh- I-"

                                            "Going once."

                                            >"Now hold on a moment!"

                                            "Going twice."

                                            >"This is absurd!"

                                            >>"SOLD!"

                                            >The owner of the storehouse grabs the auctioneer pony by her tiny collar and boots her off the stage into your waiting arms

                                            >>"I'll ring you up by the front door. Will this be cash or check?"

                                            >"This isn't happening!"

                                            >The happy merchant rubs his hands together

                                            >"This can't be happening!"

                                            "You take credit card?"

                                            >>"There will be a small surcharge."

                                            "There always is."

                                            >"I paid my dues, dammit!!"

                                            >You'll name her Fluffles


                                            >She thought she was going to be shanked.

                                            >It turned out to be a few hundred decent people that bought up most of them.

                                            >All the ponies run free in their little community.

                                            >Some even run little shops.

                                            >It almost feels like a small equestrian town.

                                            >Magic of harmony allows them all the prosper.


                                            "Wow. Just wow."

                                            >Your ex-slaver pone's ears flatten against her head

                                            "You even sold your own princess, you absolute scamp."

                                            >Celestia looks sternly down upon the little mare

                                            >"If I remember correctly, you slapped my royal tushy and referred to me as prime meat in front of every buyer there."

                                            >If Fluffles slouches any further she's going to collapse in on herself, like some kind of equine dying star

                                            >"Now, my little pony, would you like paper or plastic?"

                                            >For a thousand-something year old ruler, that she's trying and failing to hide her contempt must speak volumes to her anger

                                            "Best go with paper, I have a feeling you'll try to suffocate her with that plastic bag otherwise."

                                            >"There's nothing keeping me from bounding over this counter still, dear."

                                            >Oh yeah, she mad

                                            >That was the sweetest, most sugar-toned threat you've ever heard

                                            >You quickly pay for your items and exit the store

                                            >Celestia sighs as she looks down at the puddle of fear Fluffles left behind

                                            >Picking up the P.A speaker she calls out

                                            >"Luna! Clean up on register three!"