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>"And up next, we have a beautiful specimen. Earth pony, mare, strong but submissive in temperament! Bidding starts at 1000. Do I hear 1100?"
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>The pink pony, which had walked up to the stage with her eyes downward, suddenly looked up with surprise.
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>"Ren? Is that you?"
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>A shout goes up in the gathered crowd, soon followed by more.
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>"1200!"
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>"1300!"
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>"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!"
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>The pink mare keeps up her attempts at communication.
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>"Ren! Renegade Heart? It's me, Ivy! We went to school together! Don't you remember me?"
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>Her loud stage whispers fail to register on the pony auctioneer.
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>Or perhaps she's deliberately ignoring it.
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>You wouldn't doubt it.
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>Pony collaborators weren't treated with any particular respect by their kin.
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>Except maybe in cases like this.
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>The bid reaches 2100 before the pony is finally auctioned off.
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>"...going twice! SOLD to the young lady in the stunning green skirt!"
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>The auctioned pony resists the man attempting to lead her off the stage.
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>"Please, Ren! Don't let them take me! Please!"
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>Ren doesn't look back at her, she's busy shuffling her papers in preparation for the next pony.
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>This seems to break her.
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>"REN! You dirty, traitorous whorse! By Celestia, you'll get yours! You'll pay for selling your own friends and family into slavery!"
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>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.
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>Ren, for her part, seems unperturbed.
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>Collaborators have a reputation as being cold-blooded.
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>A pony has to be, for this kind of job, you guess.
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>"Seven-fifty going once, going twice... sold to the gentleman in the black tux!"
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>The other Anon goes up to receive his new pony
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>"Alright ladies and germs, that does it for-"
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"One thousand!"
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>"Sir, I'm afraid the the bid is already over-"
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"Not for her."
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>"Pardon? There are no other ponies for sale-"
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"For you."
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>"M-Me?! Sir, you can't be serious, I'm the auctioneer, you can't-"
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"Two thousand."
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>"Sir, really!"
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"Three thousand."
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>"Buh- I-"
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"Going once."
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>"Now hold on a moment!"
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"Going twice."
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>"This is absurd!"
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>>"SOLD!"
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>The owner of the storehouse grabs the auctioneer pony by her tiny collar and boots her off the stage into your waiting arms
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>>"I'll ring you up by the front door. Will this be cash or check?"
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>"This isn't happening!"
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>The happy merchant rubs his hands together
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>"This can't be happening!"
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"You take credit card?"
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>>"There will be a small surcharge."
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"There always is."
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>"I paid my dues, dammit!!"
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>You'll name her Fluffles
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>She thought she was going to be shanked.
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>It turned out to be a few hundred decent people that bought up most of them.
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>All the ponies run free in their little community.
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>Some even run little shops.
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>It almost feels like a small equestrian town.
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>Magic of harmony allows them all the prosper.
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"Wow. Just wow."
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>Your ex-slaver pone's ears flatten against her head
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"You even sold your own princess, you absolute scamp."
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>Celestia looks sternly down upon the little mare
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>"If I remember correctly, you slapped my royal tushy and referred to me as prime meat in front of every buyer there."
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>If Fluffles slouches any further she's going to collapse in on herself, like some kind of equine dying star
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>"Now, my little pony, would you like paper or plastic?"
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>For a thousand-something year old ruler, that she's trying and failing to hide her contempt must speak volumes to her anger
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"Best go with paper, I have a feeling you'll try to suffocate her with that plastic bag otherwise."
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>"There's nothing keeping me from bounding over this counter still, dear."
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>Oh yeah, she mad
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>That was the sweetest, most sugar-toned threat you've ever heard
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>You quickly pay for your items and exit the store
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>Celestia sighs as she looks down at the puddle of fear Fluffles left behind
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>Picking up the P.A speaker she calls out
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>"Luna! Clean up on register three!"
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