[spg][One-shot] "Comfort Mare" - Unnamed OC - Unknown Anon


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                                            *** I did NOT write this.***

                                            This green originally came from https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/28173801/#q28178989, but the Anon who wrote this had no tripcode, so I am posting this under my pastebin account just in case the page gets erased or the link gets changed. I felt that this short SPG greentext story is worth saving as it is really good (in my opinion anyway). If you are the original author, please contact me to claim your work, or if you would like me to keep this here, do let me know as well so I can credit you as the author.

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                                            "S...spare some change sir? Ma'am? I.. I'm terribly sorry to be a bother but.. I.. I just need a little bite to eat and--"

                                            >the unicorn couple simply turn their muzzles up and away from you with a frown

                                            >"Careful Upper Crust, seems some thoughtless pony left their refuse on the sidewalk. Wouldn't want to sully your hooves by stepping in it."

                                            >"Ugh."

                                            >you bite your lip as your ears lay flat, fighting back tears as they walk away

                                            "Thanks anyway..." you murmur, pulling your filthy threadbare jacket around yourself more tightly as you return to your spot in the alley where you'd been clearing away the snow from the front of your home

                                            >or, more accurately, your box

                                            >it's been over a week since you last ate anything

                                            >drinking water from melted snow had been enough to keep you from getting dehydrated, but your body is weak and wracked with hunger pangs


                                            ---


                                            >you shake your head in a daze, your master's words might as well have been a magic spell freezing you in place

                                            >"are you listening to me, girl? do you know what this means?"


                                            ---


                                            >you hadn’t been terribly difficult to capture

                                            >after all, you had nowhere to hide when the humans came with their war machines

                                            >you remember lots of ponies yelling, panic, some kind of gas filling the alley and street, and then not much after that

                                            >you wake up in a cage, shackled up next to those same two unicorns

                                            >the ones who treated you like just another piece of street litter

                                            >one of them is bleeding

                                            >a man in a camoflauge uniform opens the door to the cage you share with them and puts his hand under your chin, tilting your head from side to side, placing his hand on your back, your sides, your stomach, your legs

                                            >"We should put this one down, she probably won't survive the trip. Looks like she hasn't eaten in days."

                                            >"You know our orders, no killing noncombatants. Give her an MRE and lock the cage back up, we need to move out."


                                            ---


                                            >you shake your head once again, snapping back to attention

                                            "T...the vote passed? I'm... I'm free?"

                                            >he nods at you

                                            >"looks that way..."

                                            >you close your eyes and take a deep breath

                                            >you remember meeting your master for the first time


                                            ---


                                            >you're in a poorly lit room with all the ponies you'd been captured with

                                            >about 20 of you altogether

                                            >most of them had been pretty well off in Equestrian society

                                            >a tall, strong looking human walks into the room in front of you and speaks

                                            >he's straight to the point

                                            >you're all now his property

                                            >his slaves

                                            >you're going to be performing heavy labor

                                            >hauling ore from the mines your master owns

                                            >14 hour days, two ten minute meal/bathroom breaks per day

                                            >there are gasps, stifled sobs, a mare faints

                                            >but you're just kind of numb

                                            >he makes eye contact with every pony in the room but seems to completely ignore you

                                            >you're used to being overlooked

                                            >you're taken to your slave quarters and collapse on your cot


                                            >you wake up to the cracking of a whip, the ponies around you skittishly falling into a single file line

                                            >their clothes have been confiscated, manes all uniformly shaved and tails cropped to hock-length

                                            >yours seem to have been untouched for some reason

                                            >many of them are shaking, not sure what to expect as your instructions are delivered

                                            >one of your master's employees will hitch you to an empty cart, you take it down into the mine, and come back with a full load of ore, seems simple enough

                                            >you're not told what kind of ore it is

                                            >perhaps it's something valuable and he's afraid his slaves might try to steal it


                                            >the mine is dark, and hard to breathe in

                                            >your harness is far too tight, which makes it even harder

                                            >you look back over your shoulder, watching patiently as the humans working in the mine continue to load what looks like nothing more than a bunch of sparkly rocks into your cart

                                            >you wonder when they're going to stop

                                            >can you even pull this much?

                                            >they're still loading the cart...

                                            >finally you're given the command

                                            >you feel the sting of a whip on your hindquarters as you're ordered out of the mine

                                            >you struggle, the cart barely budging an inch


                                            >the biting lash torments you relentlessly until your load finally begins to move at a reasonable pace, your cries of pain being completely ignored

                                            >the human driving you, satisfied that he's finally got you going, turns his attention - and his whip - on the next pony in line

                                            >your muscles and joints scream out for relief as you haul your third load out to be dumped into an awaiting container

                                            >you don't want to go back down there, but you know you have no choice

                                            >when you're ordered out of the mine this time, you can't move your load

                                            >no matter how many times they whip you, or how hard, or how much they scream and threaten you, your tired little body just can't budge it

                                            >you collapse, tufts of fur flying off your rump and back as your taskmaster puts every ounce of strength behind his swings

                                            >so this is it

                                            >this is how you die

                                            >you close your eyes, so exhausted you can't even cry out, eventually losing consciousness


                                            ---


                                            "How soon?"

                                            >"A matter of weeks... maybe even days"

                                            >you whimper


                                            ---


                                            >"...need these ponies in good working condition, I catch you wailing on one like that again you'll eat a fucking bullet, you get me?"

                                            >a door slams

                                            >a glass is placed against your lips

                                            >it's cool and wet

                                            >you instinctively drink, the ice water soothing your parched throat

                                            >you look up and see the face of your master, your lower jaw trembling as your body begins to shake in fear

                                            >"shh, easy girl, you're done for now. Those idiots should have never taken you down there in this condition, you're clearly malnourished."

                                            >he gently dabs a wet cloth against your forehead, and it comes away bloody

                                            >you don't even remember getting that cut

                                            >he brushes your matted, tangled mane out of your eyes and carefully inspects your filty face

                                            >not that much more filthy than when you'd been captured, honestly

                                            >there's something unsettling about the look he's giving you

                                            >he seems to linger a bit too long for your liking, before eventually shaking his head and snapping his fingers, one of his employees or assistants appearing

                                            >"See to it she gets a nice warm bath and a hot meal. I want her thoroughly groomed by the time I get back."


                                            ---


                                            >Master puts on his shoes and you reflexively reach for his overcoat, holding it for him while he puts his arms into the sleeves one by one and stands up, heading for the door

                                            "Where are you going, Master?"

                                            >"I've called an emergency meeting with my own personal attorney and the Company's lawyers, we're going to see what we can do about this. Be a good girl until I get home, okay? Don't worry about fixing dinner tonight, just eat something yourself when you get hungry and wait by the phone in case I call."

                                            "Yes, sir."

                                            >he turns the doorknob, and you rear up, placing a hoof on his side as you look up at him, unable to hide the worried look on your face

                                            "Master?"

                                            >"Hm?"

                                            "Everything's gonna be okay, right?"

                                            >he pats your head with a warm smile

                                            >"Let your Master do the worrying for now, okay?"


                                            ---


                                            >You can't remember food ever tasting this good before

                                            >or the last time you were ever this clean

                                            >you gorge yourself on the various fruits, veggies, and fresh hay set before you

                                            >"careful not to overdo it, you wouldn't want to get sick," the assistant chuckles as she brushes your mane carefully

                                            >before too much longer your master joins you again, sitting across from you at the relatively small table

                                            >"let me ask you something, mare" he says, immediately seizing your attention

                                            >"you don't want to go back out into that mine, do you?"

                                            >you simply wince and shake your head, starting to tremble again

                                            >you barely lasted two hours out there

                                            >you'd die if he sent you back

                                            >he leans over the table, placing his hand on your forehead, slowly running it up through your mane, his fingers coming to rest behind your right ear as he continues speaking

                                            >"You're too pretty to be a workhorse anyway, you know that?"

                                            >you glance around nervously, not wanting to make eye contact

                                            >he doesn't like that

                                            >"HEY. Look into your Master's eyes when he speaks to you."

                                            >you gulp as you hesitantly comply

                                            >there's a warmth in his gaze that seems wildly out of place


                                            ---


                                            >Master still isn't home. Your stomach is all twisted up in knots, you can't make yourself eat anything, instead laying on the couch and staring at the phone intently, waiting to snap to attention and hit the speakerphone button on the first ring

                                            >it's pushing 10pm, you should have heard SOMETHING from him by now

                                            >you feel utterly helpless


                                            ---


                                            "'Comfort mare?' I don't understand..."

                                            >"You don't have to understand. Just obey me and your life will get much better very quickly. Wouldn't you rather live in my big, luxurious house along with me instead of those rickety slave barracks?"

                                            >you nod, the answer coming easily to you

                                            >anything had to be better than that shithole you slept in last night

                                            >though even that, you admit to yourself, was an upgrade from the cardboard box in the alley

                                            "What do I have to do?"


                                            ---


                                            >From that moment you'd never looked back

                                            >you quickly found out just what a "comfort mare" was expected to do

                                            >and you weren't as appalled by it as you should be

                                            >your master wanted physical companionship from you

                                            >hugging, kissing, cuddling

                                            >massages

                                            >and yes, even sex

                                            >officially, you were his personal assistant

                                            >nobody really knew what he got up to with you behind closed doors, though you're sure plenty of people - and ponies - had their suspicions

                                            >in exchange, you got a big, warm, spacious house to live in

                                            >regular meals and baths

                                            >an indescribably comfortable bed all your own to sleep in


                                            >at first, you treated it as any other task you might have been assigned

                                            >you went about it dutifully, but didn't enjoy it at all

                                            >you simply reminded yourself it was better than being worked to death in the mines

                                            >but over time, your Master's generosity grew

                                            >gourmet food, beautiful outfits to wear when you go out in public with him, random gifts for no reason

                                            >these things all became the norm

                                            >while he made it clear you still belonged to him, you felt a genuine affection start to form between the two of you


                                            >and then one day, he said it

                                            >he actually said it

                                            >you'd been making love face to face

                                            >kissing, stroking each other's bodies

                                            >and you were really into it

                                            >you wanted to make your master cum, and you went at him voraciously

                                            >when he finally did, he held you tight against his body, one hand clamping your rump against his crotch, the other holding your head gently against the side of his as he gasped for breath

                                            >"I love you, girl, oh god I love you so much..."

                                            >your eyes went wide, but he shoved his tongue into your muzzle before you had a chance to respond

                                            >you felt a tingle travel up your spine, melting into the kiss with a soft nicker


                                            ---


                                            "Heh... that was it..." you think to yourself with a somber smile, "that's the day this became home..."

                                            >you sigh and swish your tail, trying to keep your anxiety from welling up any further

                                            >the phone call never comes, and eventually, unable to force yourself to stay awake any longer, you fall asleep right there on the couch

                                            >Master doesn't come home for days after that

                                            >and for that same amount of time you don't eat

                                            >it's the longest you've gone without food since you'd been a free mare back in Equestria

                                            >your sleep is troubled, you only manage an hour or two at a time before waking up and tossing and turning for another hour


                                            >Finally, after being gone for nearly a week without so much as a word, he walks through the front door

                                            >you're instantly at his feet, ready to greet him

                                            >but he looks different

                                            >his usual stern, confident demeanor is nowhere to be found

                                            >he looks deflated

                                            >defeated

                                            >beaten

                                            >he slumps to his knees in front of you

                                            >there are bags under his eyes

                                            >he hasn't shaved since he left

                                            >he reaches a hand toward your cheek, and you nuzzle into it affectionately

                                            >bringing his other hand to your face, he brings his forehead to yours silently

                                            >and begins silently weeping

                                            >this can't be good

                                            >you've never seen Master cry

                                            >EVER


                                            >he doesn't need to say anything

                                            >you already know

                                            >they'll be coming for you

                                            >to take you away from him

                                            >your Master

                                            >your lover

                                            >your home

                                            >back to the mean streets of Equestria

                                            >back to struggling to make it

                                            >back to wondering where your next meal is going to come from

                                            >back to being all alone in the world

                                            "M...Master... I won't go... I refuse..." you say shakily as he pulls you into a tight embrace

                                            "This is my home... here with you... I'm your pony. I'm YOURS... they can't do this..." you stammer, panic beginning to show in your voice

                                            >he rocks you gently in his arms, trying to calm you down without having much success

                                            "You won't let them take me, will you Master? You're going to keep me forever, right? I can stay here with you, right?"

                                            >you start to cry

                                            "Please Master... say something..."

                                            >"I'm so sorry, my sweet, sweet girl..." he replies in a mournful tone that shatters your heart into a thousand pieces


                                            > FIN