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>You wake to the loud overhead buzzer and blinking red light of your room.
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>Sleep, when you are allowed it is fitful and not overly restful to say the least.
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>Fortunately one of your prodigious birth does not require sleep as frequently as a regular pony.
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>It is both a blessing and a curse.
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>The buzzer suddenly cuts off and is replaced by the voice of the director.
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>“Specimen A-3 stand back from the door and await further instructions, a handler will be by shortly”
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>You comply mutely standing at attention and backing up until your rear hits the cold white wall of your cage.
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>After a short while the buzzer sounds again and the door slides open.
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>In walks one of the researchers, you don’t remember her name, human names are strange.
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>“Lower your head A-3”
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>Your head lowers and she begins to attach the secondary magical dampener to your horn.
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>The second dampener is more robust than the one you wear during your “off hours”.
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>By now you would have thought you were used to the sensation of having your magic suppressed, but the sudden dulling of your magical senses is disturbing every time.
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>Like suddenly not being able to hear, and the whole world going silent.
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>It was rather unsettling to say the least.
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>Once it’s secured she nods her head in apparent satisfaction.
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“Please follow me to Test Area C.”
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>Test Area C, that was medical, which meant today’s test would be painful or boring.
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>Honestly you didn’t care which one.
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>Pain and boredom were about equal in their ability to increase your suffering.
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>You follow the researcher down the pristine white hallway to the test area.
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>As always you are flanked by two guards in aluminum armor.
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>Like you could have escaped anyway.
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>The collar around your neck feels heavy.
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>With just a push of a button anyone in here could instantly immobilize you.
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>Raw magic power isn’t enough to overcome this.
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>Not when the whole facility was designed to keep you in.
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>It was your new castle, designed just for you by your enemies.
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>...
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>After a short escort you arrive at Area C
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“Here we are, you’ll need to be disinfected before we can proceed with today’s test,”
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>She leads you over to the rooms built in wash station.
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>The guards follow close behind you.
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>Your eyes do a quick scan of the room
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>The room looks like you remember it.
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>Polished gleaming white, just like the whole facility, well illuminated, and with fancy human technology everywhere.
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>A large silver surgical table sits in the center of the room, a tray of various medical instruments (all aluminium) set directly to its side.
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>“Stand here please.”
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>You comply.
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>The researcher pulls a little lever and lukewarm water erupts from the floor soaking your belly and legs.
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>Sweet Celestia that feels good.
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>You would go so far as to say it’s the best thing about your day.
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>Not that it happens every day, and never for very long.
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>As quick as they came the jets of water stops and the brushing begins.
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>One time you overheard the guards talking about how all researchers assigned here had to know basic animal handling skills.
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>This was rather hard for you to believe as the “handling” you received was often quite abrasive.
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>They would scrub you vigorously and with very little care for you during the process.
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>Not this one though.
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>She’d definitely paid attention during her training.
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>The brush caressed your sore body and worked deep knots of tension right out of your coat.
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>The sensation of the warm water and careful ministrations of the brush felt so good.
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>Maybe a little too good.
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>A blush crept up to your cheeks.
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>Goddess was this researcher getting you aroused?!
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>It certainly felt that way.
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>You felt like you should feel shame, but…
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>It had been a while since you’d felt such a pleasant touch.
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>And the sensations certainly were stimulating.
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>The way her hand would gently glide over your matted fur.
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>The way the warm, wet, soapy, brush would scratch that itch in just the right way.
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>Well it was all a little erotic.
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>Especially for a pony who hadn’t had any delicate attention like it in a long time.
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>In fact the last time you think you felt like this was…
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>Oh
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>What are you doing, getting aroused by some, some pet groomer.
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>You are a married mare!
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>A devious part of you mind crept its way in.
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>Why not just enjoy it?
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>You clearly were before you remembered him.
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>Isn’t your life so difficult, where’s the harm in a little carnality?
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>No it isn’t fair, not to…
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>Just let go, he’s probably not even-
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>A blast of cold water hits you making you yelp and washing away the soap and the rapidly dying embers of your lust.
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>Before you can do anything about the sudden assault a refreshing warm blast of air quickly dries your coat and leaves you feeling refreshed.
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>“Alright, all done.”
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>Several minutes later you lay strapped down to the medical table your horn fastened and your wings secured.
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>The researcher is busy preparing her tools for today’s tests, and judging from the large black case you don’t like the looks of them.
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>“Alright A-3, today we’re drawing some blood and also going to be retrieving a sample from the core of your horn.”
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>You feel the blood drain away from your face.
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“I’ve been told that this procedure can be extremely painful for your kind, so I’ve been authorized to adminstor a painkiller.”
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>She fills a syringe with a yellow liquid and inserts it into your IV line.
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>It must have been the look in your eyes or something because she felt the need to continue.
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>“Don’t worry it’s Duranzicorn, and while it’s never been used on an alicorn, it’s been used on unicorns many many times with almost no documented side effects.”
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>Yeah, that’s not what you were worried about, although that last part was a little worrying as well.
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“Let’s begin then.”
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>Opening up the intimidating black case, she reveals a wicked looking device.
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>It looks like a miniature saw attached to a black tube. The tips of the saw blade itself sparkles in the light of the room.
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>She pressed a switch on the saw and a green light snaps on. The blade spins making a whirring noise.
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>You flinch, or you try to, you actually can’t move your body at, all restrained as it may be.
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>A rising panic starts to spread throughout your body and you begin to hyperventilate.
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>“Ah yes, forgot to mention, Duranzicorn is also a paralytic, don’t want to cause any permanent damage if you flail around.”
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>The saw draws nearer to your horn, and you close your eyes hoping, praying that the painkiller is strong enough.
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>It wasn’t.
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>Blinding excruciating pain bursts forth, screaming into your head.
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>It feels as if your burning, standing in boiling water as your flesh melts away.
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>No being should be able to endure this.
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>You should be dead.
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>You wish you were dead.
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>Anything to stop the pain, please!
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>The pain stops.
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>“Alright just a little more, I’ve cut through to the core, just need a small little sample.”
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>The saw revs again, and you descended into hell.
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>The pain is electric and alive, and spreads through every nerve in your body.
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>Your brain is desperately screaming at you. “YOU’RE DYING”
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>Then please let me die.
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>The pain does not ebb or slow it continues, increasing more and more until.
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>nothing.
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>You awake.
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>You’re alive, you think.
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>If you were dead you wouldn’t hurt this bad.
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>The surroundings are familiar to you, back in your room it would seem.
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>Your horn throbs with pain, but after what you experienced it doesn’t even seem to register.
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>Reaching up you touch your horn.
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>A spike of pain runs through your already pain wracked body, but you push through it, you need to feel.
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>Sure enough you feel a section of your horn has been shaved away.
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>Touching almost causes you to black out a second time, and to be honest you might have.
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>How did this happen?
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>How did it ever get this bad?
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>Never in your wildest nightmares had you imagined an existence so pitiable and awful.
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>But, that was back then.
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>It wasn’t good for you to think too much about back then.
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>You did it quite often anyway.
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>Back, before, you had been so busy, had so many responsibilities.
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>Ruling an empire and having a family were no easy tasks, and you sometimes felt overburdened.
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>Your husband was busy too, and you didn’t see each other as often as either of you would have liked.
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>Your Aunts, and sister in law, your fellow rulers of Equestria were always so grand and accomplished, you struggled to keep up with their incredible pace.
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>You wanted to show them that you were a princess too, that they could count on you.
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>and your subjects, well sometimes they would drive you a bit off the walls.
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>But you were loved, they loved you, and you loved all of them.
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>Ponies had depended on you, that was especially true during the war, but now…
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>Now you were nothing.
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>A slave.
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>A glorified lab rat.
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>But worst of all was the solitude, you hadn’t seen another pony years.
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>You missed your subjects.
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>You missed your friends.
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>You missed your aunts.
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>You missed your sister-in-law.
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>You missed Shining.
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>...
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>You missed your daughter.
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>No
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>Don’t think about it.
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>You need to be strong, to endure for…
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>For what?
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>More pain? More humiliation? More Suffering?
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>There was no one left to protect, no one was coming for you.
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>They were probably all dea-
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>NO
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>You will NOT give up on them EVER
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>No matter what happens, you must stay strong for them.
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>One day you will see them all again.
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>Just have to take it one day at a time.
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>You reach up and feel where your horn was brutally and casually mutilated.
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>It gets harder every day.
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THREE WEEKS LATER
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>The buzzer brings you back from another dreamless sleep.
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>Time to greet the new day.
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>“Specimen A-3 stand back from the door and prepare to receive instructions”
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>You wait.
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>And wait.
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>And keep waiting.
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>You wait so long you start to suspect that perhaps this is the new round of tests, when suddenly your door slides open.
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>No guards enter, no handlers either.
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>Expectantly, you look up at the intercom awaiting instructions.
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>None come.
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>Hesitantly, you begin to creep over to the door.
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>Poking your head out the door, you peer to the right, and then to the left.
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>Standing off to the side is a lone human, completely untethered from the omnipresent guards that flank all of the researchers.
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>This human is entirely unfamiliar to you and he’s not wearing the normal staff uniform.
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>“Hello, how are you today?”
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>This was not the normal procedure, you did not like this one bit.
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>A change in procedure meant that something had been changed, which meant this was a new test, which usually meant… pain.
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>He advances toward you slowly with his hand outstretched.
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>Your instinct is to run, not to let the strange human touch you, but you remain frozen in place, unsure if this is just some new elaborate test.
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>He’s right in front of you now, his hand right in front of your face.
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>He reaches down and runs his hand through your mane.
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>A burst of sudden searing electric pain courses through your body, emanating from the collar around your neck.
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>As quickly as it came it goes.
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>The buzzer sounds and the director's voice booms down at you.
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>“A-3, you know the procedures, no unauthorized contact with the staff, Anonymous here is a new researcher here. Dr. Anonymous could you please try to stick with the procedure?”
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>The man, Anonymous, looks to be quite angry.
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>“Director please, don’t shock the poor girl, I was the one that touched her after all.”
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>The intercom falls silent.
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>“Er, that came out wrong, but you know what I mean, I need to establish a rapport with her, and how could I resist petting such a cute little thing.”
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>“Dr. Anonymous, while I appreciate the need for your, expertise, I must remind you that you are a GUEST researcher, and that our rules and regulations are in place for your safety as much as the subjects.”
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>He opens his mouth to reply, but is interrupted.
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“If you must, we may discuss and special clearances you may need later, for now I suggest you get to work, the other subject will only be available for the next four hours.”
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>Other subject?
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>The Intercom clicks off with a burst of static and Dr. Anonymous turns back to look at you.
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“Sorry, I didn’t mean, I mean… sorry about that”
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>He looks over at you with, guilt? Embarrassment? Compassion?
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>You are immediately suspicious to say the least, after all he is one of them.
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>“I’m Dr. Anonymous, but I guess you already know that, what’s your name?”
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>What sort of question is that? He knows your name. It’s best to answer the Doctor’s questions though, lest you want another zap.
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“Specimen A-3.”
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>He chuckles slightly,
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>“No not that, I meant like, your name, before you were uh, you know.”
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>Oh
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>Your real name.
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>It feels like forever since anyone ever wanted to know your original name.
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>That pony and the pony you are now feel like two distinct personalities within you.
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>Maybe you took too long to reply, but for whatever reason Dr. Anonymous stands and says.
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>“Forget it, you don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to.”
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>“Welp looks like you're good to go, I’ll lead you to the lab.”
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>He leads you out of your cell and down the wide hallway.
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>Walking slightly behind him you start to think.
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>Is this part of the test? Sometimes they wouldn’t tell you what they were going to do, sometimes they would, sometimes they would lie.
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>And what was that the director said about other subjects?
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>As a result you were always on edge, just slightly anxious, never sure what to expect.
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>Dr. Anonymous so far seemed inexperienced, the director certainly didn’t seem too impressed, which meant he was dangerous but not necessarily malicious.
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>Maliciousness you understand and could somewhat plan around, but incompetence was volatile and unpredictable.
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>Plus he had already gotten you punished within seconds, and while you doubted it was intentional, it definitely soured your opinion of him.
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>While Dr. Anonymous appeared straightforward you did not want to make assumptions like that.
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>Not in here.
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>As you near the usual testing chamber, you begin to relax.
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>Room D meant that whatever tests they wanted to perform would not be invasive, Room D was basically a glorified auditorium.
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>A minuscule smile touches the corners of your lips despite yourself.
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>It’s just been a long time since you’ve gotten a chance to exercise.
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>As the door slides open, your mouth falls open in shock.
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>There’s a violet unicorn mare with a purple mane in the room sitting next to a female researcher.
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>The mare turns to see who has entered and when she catches a glimpse of you her eyes go wide and her mouth gapes.
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>“Alright A-3 this is U-140, you will be performing a cooperative exercise with her today.”
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>This can’t be real can it? Another pony!
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>Excitement begins to bubble up in your chest at the prospect of meeting her.
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>Your eyes flick to her haunches.
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>A triple diamond cutie mark.
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>You wonder what did she do before this?
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>No, don’t think about it.
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>That’s not important now
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>Dr. Anonymous leads you over to the pony.
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>As you approach the mare seems to become bashful looking off to the side.
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>“Why don’t you two say hello?”
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>Say hello?
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>You’re unsure you can manage it.
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>The mare squeaks out “H-hello, Princess, it is nice to meet you.”
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>Princess
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>Wow
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>It’s been some time since you’ve been called that.
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“Hello”
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>The word feels unfamiliar in your own mouth, but the mare does not care or notice.
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>She looks down at her hooves, her eyes flicking over to the Doctor
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>“I seem to be in the way, tell you what, I’ll go stand over here let you girls have some time to yourselves, how’s that sound?”
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>The mare nods her head and you quickly do the same.
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>Anonymous smiles.
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>“I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
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>He makes a motion with his hand and the female researcher follows him out of the room.
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>Was he really going to leave you on your own with another pony?
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>Perhaps on your own wasn’t accurate, they had eyes everywhere.
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>Even if you couldn’t see them, they could see you.
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>But, still.
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>Totally alone.
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>With another pony.
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>For the first time in years.
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>What do you say?
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>There are a lot of things you want to say, to ask, you feel completely overwhelmed!
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>Say something!
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“I, uh, really like your mane.”
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>She just stares at you.
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>Then she smiles, her smile widens and continues to do so until she is laughing.
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>The laughter is infectious and you soon find yourself laughing as well.
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>You’re both laughing so much it’s a little creepy and not really an appropriate reaction, but you don’t even care.
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>Relief, joy, wonder, happiness, these emotions and many more subtle ones swirl around you bursting out in the form of uproarious laughter.
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>The emotional whiplash is too much almost and you can feel yourself beginning to cry tears.
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>But, for the first time in a long time, they are tears of joy.
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>The laughter begins to peter out and slow down.
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>You look at the mare and she looks at you.
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>It appears she needed this interaction just as much as you did.
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>The mare clears her throat.
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>“I already know who you are,” she says in between giggles, “so allow me to introduce myself.”
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>She extends her hoof for you to shake.
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>“My name is Amethyst Star, it’s nice to meet you.”
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>Reaching out you touch her hoof, and give a little shake.
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“I’m Cadence, it is nice to meet you Amethyst Star.”
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>You smile.
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>You frown.
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>This is not how you imagined your new job would go.
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>When you had been selected to be on this researcher team you were ecstatic.
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>Having a chance to personalize help study an alicorn in person?
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>It seemed like an absolute dream come true!
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>Not only that but with a team of awesome coworkers all experts in their respective fields you would be working on research that could potentially benefit all mankind!
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>Plus the money was pretty nice too.
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>But, what happens first day on the job?
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>You blow it, that’s what you fucking do.
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>Your overeagerness at meeting A-3 causes you to fuck up procedure getting her punished.
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>This, on the first five minutes of your job!
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>You should have been able to see that she was not receptive to human contact, she’s clearly and OBVIOUSLY suffered at least SOME trauma, what were you thinking?
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>Some psychologist you are.
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>“Dr. Anonymous!”
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>Your head whips around.
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>Oh shit, it’s the site director.
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“Yes ma’am!”
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>You give a salute.
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>She slaps your hand away from your forehead.
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>“Knock that shit off, this isn’t the military for chrissake.”
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“Sorry ma’am!”
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>She pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a deep sigh.
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>“Listen Anonymous, I know that the government is paying a lot of money for the use of my subject, but what in the hell are you doing with her?”
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“Uh, what”
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>“Letting her interact with another pony, leaving her unsupervised during testing, asking her what her NAME is? What are you trying to do, undermine all my work? She took a lot of time before she became this compliant, and now it looks like your trying to undo it all!”
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>This chick is pissing you off, she’s being paid a lot of money for the use of A-3 so what’s her fucking problem?
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“While I can’t tell you, exactly, what our research entails, I can tell you that A-3’s emotional well being is very important to our goals. And if that means undoing some of your conditioning, then, well, sorry about that.”
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>She scowls at you.
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>“Make no mistake, she is still my property, and if you do anything that jeopardizes my future work, I will sue your ass personally, sorry about that!”
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>Giving you a little smirk and a pat on the cheek she saunters off down the hallway.
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>Jesus she’s a bitch.
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>But, kinda in a sexy way.
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>You’re a little aroused.
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>Damnit Anon, no!
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>Do not fuck crazy science chicks!
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>Never again.
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>“Hey Anon, how did the initial test go?”
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“Oh hey Chad. It’s actually still in progress.”
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>“Well, uh where is she then?”
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>You point down through the one way glass, the subjects seem to be getting along well enough.
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“She’s down there, I feel I was being disruptive to her therapy.”
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>He simply shrugs “You’re the expert.”
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>“So I know the test is ongoing, but do you think she can give us what we need?”
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“Um, Yeah, I think it will take some work, but I think she should be able to perform.”
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>His face visibly relaxes, “That is a relief, I don’t know what we’d do without her, being as she’s the only Alicorn available.”
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>You nod.
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>“Well,” he slaps you on the shoulder, “keep up the good work, and remember, that mare is gonna help us change everything.”
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>He to departs off down the hallway.
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>Looking down at A-3 you can’t help but smile a little.
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>Yes
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>She is.
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