UNTITLED (Rarity) by Unknown


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                                            "And this will be your room from now on.", you say and lead the white unicorn mare into a sparsely furnished room, "It doesn't look like much, but it will do for now."

                                            >She shoots you a meek nod and trots into it, soaking in her surroundings for a bit before beaming you an obviously forced smile.

                                            >"T-Thank you, master. It's m-more than enough for a s-slave like me..."

                                            >Again with that word... Master.

                                            "Not feeling quite comfortable enough to call me by my name yet, huh?"

                                            >"A slave isn't a-allowed to call her master by h-his name.", she monotonously replies, "You're a human and thus superior to me."

                                            "You will get used to it in time... Anyway... Let's discuss your duties here then."

                                            >A fierce shiver rocks through her malnourished form and she clenches her hindlegs tightly together, her tail desperately trying to hide her nethers.

                                            >So she had one of "those" masters before...

                                            "I'm a very busy man and don't have much time to keep house, which, like you were able to see, is rather big."

                                            >"Yes... Yes... Master must be very rich."

                                            >You are, but that's not the current point.

                                            "And for reasons I don't want to get into, I can't trust a human to do it and that's where you come into play."

                                            >"Yes, master.", she mumbles, her eyes still fixated on the floor, "Everything you want."

                                            "For the most part, you will keep the house clean and do my laundry. You don't have to cook for me, since I mostly eat out. But just for clarification... Can you cook?"

                                            >"Yes, master. I used to cook for my s-sis... For my s-si-sis..."

                                            "Sister?"

                                            >"Yes.", she sniffles and wipes a tear away, "I'm sorry, master."

                                            "Don't be."

                                            >"I will pull m-myself together."

                                            >Poor thing.

                                            >Kneeling down, you reach a hand out to her, but sadly have to assess that she immediately flinches away from you.

                                            >That bad, huh? Better not overdo it then. Not that she ends up as a shivering puddle of pony.

                                            >So you get up again and stretch your aching back before addressing her again.

                                            "And don't worry, you will be paid accordingly for your work."

                                            >Hearing your last words, her ears perk up.

                                            >"P-Paid? But I'm a slave, I don't deserve pay."

                                            "Like I've already told you in my car, I need a housekeeper and not a slave. So you will be paid, which is also the reason why your room is so spartan."

                                            >"S-Spartan? Pardon me?"

                                            "Sparse."

                                            >"I understand... Thank you, master."

                                            "I will deposit the money you earn in an account... Here...", you pull out bank card out of your jacket and hand it to her, "This is your personal account. Don't mind my name on it."

                                            >"I w-won't. I know ponies aren't allowed to own accounts. But, if I may ask..."

                                            >Hey, her stutter is almost gone. That's something at least.

                                            "You may."

                                            >"Why are you paying me?"

                                            "Did you already forget? I've "hired" you as my housekeeper. And housekeepers usually get paid. Understood?"

                                            >"Yes, master."

                                            "Wonderful. So just tell me what you want and I will buy it from your earned money for you."

                                            >"Anything?"

                                            >Hmph... You wanted her to ask you how much she exactly earns, but that can wait until later, you guess.

                                            "Pretty much. Well... To a certain extent. I won't buy you weapons or similar things."

                                            >"Even my freedom?"

                                            >You feared that she would ask you that. Now be careful, Anon.

                                            "Now don't get me wrong, Rarity. That was your name, wasn't it?"

                                            >"Yes it is, master. But you may address me in any way you want."

                                            "Rarity will do for now. So... You see... I assume you know how this whole "Slave thing" works."

                                            >"I do, master.", she replies with a hint of sadness in her voice.

                                            "So you surely understand why you can't buy your freedom."

                                            >"I will just end up somewhere else."

                                            "Exactly, but be assured that your wellbeing shall not be threatened in my house. I will neither hit nor abuse you."

                                            >"They all said that..."

                                            >Ignoring her demur, you go on.

                                            "As long as you do you work to my satisfaction, you have nothing to fear. And even if not, I will just cut your pay and maybe bop your head with a rolled up newspaper."

                                            >She stays silent, but weakly nods.

                                            >Eh... That last part was supposed to be a joke, looks like she isn't in the mood for them, though.

                                            >Also it seems like she doesn't believe you. But you can't really blame her for that.

                                            >You know the abysses of the human soul all too well. So you will have to suit actions to your words and more importantly stay true to them if you want to earn her trust.

                                            "Okay, I think this is enough for the moment. Do you have any questions, Rarity?"

                                            >"No, master."

                                            "Then make yourself comfortable. If you want to take a shower or a bath, feel free to use the bathroom."

                                            >"Slaves aren't allowed to use their master's bathroom."

                                            "You aren't a slave, Rarity. And I don't want to sound rude, but... You reek."

                                            >She really does... Those slave shelters don't take particularly good care of their... Well... Wares.

                                            >A bit flustered, she takes a whiff at her coat and her muzzle scrunches up, a cute, disgusted sound escaping it.

                                            >"Sorry, master. I will wash myself up for you immediately."

                                            "Okay, I will be in my room then."

                                            >"Yes, master. Thank you, master."