Polychroloyalty by Anon


                                            Polychroloyalty by Anon


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39272669/#39312037

                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/36201556/#36217376


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                                            >Be rainbow dash.


                                            >Be groggily exiting the master bedroom at a still too early time of one in the afternoon, a wing rubbing at your bleary eyes.

                                            >Come face to face with your friends, all in their maid uniforms, uniformly black and white.

                                            >"Well, ah was begin' to wonder if your highness would wake up from her beauty sleep."

                                            >Uhgh, you were not awake enough for this…

                                            >"Now Applejack, i'm sure she was up late, busy getting us info from that, ah, T..V..? She spoke of."

                                            >"Yes! A Tele-Vision is what one of the servant humans said when I asked! Some sort of advanced long range scrying device from the sound of it! So? Did it show anything about where we are?! Where the portal back to Equestria is!?

                                            Oh! Perhaps anything on how human magic works?!"


                                            >"Uhhh..." Ponyfeathers... It DID show some awesome human movies, if a bit violent, from something called netflix. Anon having left you with the "remote" and some quick instructions on how to use it before he left for some kind of meeting halfway through the night.


                                            >Applejack is quick to snap at her pause. "Whaddya mean uhh? Did ya forget?!"

                                            >"No!, I- I was busy!"

                                            >"Yea! I'll bet! Busy bein' rutted while we bust our flanks like some-"

                                            >"Applejack! That's enough!" A blush on Rarity's face mirroring your own. "None of us chose to be here! And I'd say what she's doing is more of a sacrifice than some common household labor, and it's the only reason we're not still stuck in that horrible 'market'!"

                                            >Her eyes falling back on you she steps forward, hoof daintily touching your withers. "And darling, are you ok? I can't even imagine what you must be going through."

                                            >You swallow thickly. A memory of the towering alien figure hunched over your splayed form, fingers that brought forth electrifying thoughts of claws gripping at your flanks, trapped, caught, taken. A terrifyingly exciting feeling of arousal and fear mixing and rushing through you, hours of exhausting ecstasy... You could never tell them…


                                            >Mistaking your shivering for something oh so else, something normal, you feel her foreleg wrap around your withers. "Oh dear..."

                                            >In a second you're suddenly in the middle of a group hug, muzzles nuzzling at your own in sympathy. "I-im sorry Rainbow, I wasn't thinkn'."

                                            >Nope, they could never find out.


                                            >To try and quell this rising sense of betrayal towards your friends you force yourself to respond.

                                            >”It's ok… I know you guys don't exactly have it easy...”

                                            >”Oh, don't be such a worry wart over us! It’s not exactly a party and that Anon guy isn't exactly a good host but it's nothing like those super meanies from that place before! And this place is definitely a step up from that cage!” A pink foreleg sweeps across a well furnished living space, one of several in this monster of a house, having little to compare it too short of Canterlot castle itself. Pinkie HAD been uncharacteristically quiet.


                                            >"And it shouldn't be for too much longer. I've been experimenting with these collars when I could, and I'm pretty sure I can isolate them from whatever activation spell that they use. What little human spellwork that I've encountered so far while incredibly intricate seems easy to disrupt and overload with just simple application of mana saturation around the object in question. I just wish I had some sort of reference to or one of those enchanted devices themselves, from what little I've been able to detect the form of magic these humans must use…"


                                            >You tuned out whatever nerd speak that followed. Her words only reminding you of your own lack of collar, and unbound wings. Anon knowing all that was needed to keep you there was your loyalty to your friends… and maybe something else…


                                            >Boredom… utter horribly boring boredom…

                                            >The one thing you didn’t think slavery would be...

                                            >Thoughts of working away in some mine, or pulling heavy carts while some grotquese, malformed nightmares swing whips at you enter your head, but even that would beat just sitting here, in this way too small cage, waiting for nothing…


                                            >Ears perk from their dejected state, the sound of steps… not the click of hooves on steel but of rubber on ceramic interrupt your misery.

                                            >You don’t bother looking, your growling stomach telling you that it was likely one of the creatures that worked here, dropping off more of those disgusting chemical tasting yet far too small cubes of hay…

                                            >-Your body jerks as a sharp voice cuts through the relative silence. ”Alright you little shits! Wake up and get up! Up! Up!”

                                            >With a groan you stand up on all fours, legs sore yet numb, the tiny cell hardly enough to stretch all six of your limbs out at once, yet alone give them some proper exercise. But the large fat creature yelling, aptly named fatso in your head, not that you cared to know his real name even if you may have heard it used before, had shown before that he was not to be ignored.

                                            >”You! Up! Are you deaf!?” Your eyes flick to a cage across and several down from yours, the ugly slaver gesturing erratically at it as he stomped on over to it. The inhabitant some green coated pegasus mare you didn't know, though all the ponies in this room were pegasi and mares, so that didnt come as a surprise.

                                            >What did come as a surprise was the pony’s actions. Your thoughts interrupted as a large and off green loogie splatters against the creature's fancy white shirt...

                                            >Silence. You don’t think anypony was even breathing at that point. Watching with a little bit of triumphant excitement, along with a nervous fear and dread of what was about to come…


                                            >She had to be new, there's no way she would have done that if she… Your eyes follow a deceptively slow hand as it dips into a pocket before rising with the dreaded device clutched within. The thin rectangle suddenly springing to life as one side of it lit up. The slavers fat claws brushing against it as the colors and shapes on its surface changed, before, with a sense of finality, pressing down.

                                            CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

                                            >Your ears clamp down, partially against the high pitched sounds, partially in sympathy. Your eyes glued to a now rigidly standing mare. Legs locked in place as a silently gaping mouth releases no sound.

                                            >As soon as the clicking stops the pony drops limply to their side with a loud metallic clang before going rigid again, hoof tips nearly touching the wall of the cell in jerky motions.

                                            CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

                                            >”Maybe next time.”

                                            CLICK CLICK CLICK

                                            >”You'll think.”

                                            CLICK CLICK CLICK

                                            >”Before you act.”

                                            CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

                                            >”Dumb bitch.”

                                            CLICK CLICK CLICK


                                            >A gasp, then ragged breathing, paralyzed lungs able to move once more. Followed by a dry heaving. Your own eyes burning with frustrated tears.

                                            >”Well, ok then. Anyone else wanna lodge a complaint?”

                                            >You bite your own tongue, knowing you can't trust yourself to stay quiet.

                                            >”No? Good. We are kind of on a schedule here.”

                                            >You feel your fur stand on end as the creature's fat digits return to the bright slab. But this time a swipe and a few taps from it only serve to cause a loud clang to emit from your and everypony else's cells, all but one of the metal doors then sliding open by themselves. You have to reign in your first oh so strong instinct to take out of it in a gallop. You knew you wouldn't get far…

                                            >”Remember, I can do you all at once, you try something funny!” The tortuous device waved around in display.

                                            >”Now, out! Line up! Facing me!”

                                            >With a bit of nervous excitement you step out, head on a swivel as you seek out-


                                            >-Fluttershy! In the midst of moving ponies you scramble down the quickly forming line, trying not to seem like you're up to something but trying to reach the pony on the near end of the room. You feel eyes on you but hope you're quick enough to avoid any punishment.

                                            >”Fluttershy.” You whisper as you quickly form into the line beside her.

                                            >”D-dashie! O-oh it's so-”

                                            >”I’m sorry!? Did I say it was chatting time!? Shut up over there!”

                                            >You hear a sniffle from your friend as she goes quiet, a shiver visibly running through her body from head to tip of tail. Poor Fluttershy, but you couldn't do anything to comfort her here, it would likely only get you both hurt.


                                            >”Ok! Busy day today and we are already running behind due to that green bitches antics!” He gestures to the still limp figure in a still locked cage. “So any slacking is gonna get you trouble sent your way! You will follow me, single file! Do as I say and you might even enjoy what's next! Now, move!”


                                            >It takes a second before the ponies in the line in front of you start moving, you being third from last, Fluttershy behind you, and some brown pegasi behind her. You risk a glance over your whithers at your friend, red teary eyes meeting your own after a second. You hope your expression tells her everything you want her to know. Because you can't risk speaking…


                                            >The sound of running water, a just barely perceptible scent of flowers over the slightly humid air that made your feathers clam up slightly. Your ears perk as you become genuinely excited for something for the first time in what was likely weeks. Your nose suddenly picking up the acrid odor of unwashed fur and feathers that it had been apparently numbed too before, your own mixed amongst the group of mares ahead of and behind you.


                                            >The line of mares gradually make their way through a doorless archway, quickly picking up speed as an eagerness to be finally clean settled in, Fatso standing to the side of it.

                                            >You make your way past the towering creature, keeping yourself between him and Fluttershy as best as possible without openly drawing his ire. Eyes sweeping the new room as you both passed into it. An entire half of the room full of running showers that many of the mares were already rushing into. What was left of the room being taken by cubbies full of big fluffy towels. You feel your wings slightly unfurl in excitement...

                                            >”Alright, you got thirty minutes! You better all be presentable and dry by the end of that! Plenty of time!” And of course he had to ruin it. Whatever…


                                            >With what definitely turned into a trot you duck under one of the open shower heads. Making a sound you would forever deny as the gloriously warm water sweeps through and into your fur and mane. Long neglected wings opening to their full expanse. Your feathers withstanding the onslaught for substantially longer but gradually becoming soaked through… You don't know how long you stand there, under that long withheld pleasure of warm water that somehow became such a luxury before you jerk your head up to a presence in front of you. Oh! Fluttershy!

                                            >”I-im sorry fluttershy!, I just…” You trail off. “I-its ok. I know, it's been way too long. I- ive-” She shifts and her long wet mane swings down to completely cover up her face and muffle her voice.

                                            >You can't control it. A stream of laughter leaves you. Filling you with a warmth to rival that of the water falling upon you both. It had been so long since you laughed… A still muffled giggle leaves the mare in front of you before a yellow hoof draws the pink curtain aside. No more words were needed, a hope that had seemed long dead was alive in both of your eyes again. You would get through this.


                                            >You could almost believe everything was normal. The sounds of numerous ongoing conversions as a backdrop to your and Fluttershy's own teary reunion. Both your and Fluttershy's manes tied up in big fluffy white towels, like this was all some girly spa trip Rarity had planned. Though with like twenty extra guests.

                                            >”Five minutes! You better all be ready to move!”

                                            >And one uninvited jerk.

                                            >You give the towel another good rub before you unwrap it from your head. Your mane naturally falling into place like how you always wore it. Awesome and rugged looking… Your tail getting the same treatment before you throw the damp towels into a nearby hamper, idly flapping your wings in place to air dry them as you wait on your friend. Her mane and tail taking substantially longer to fully dry than yours, or most of the mares in the room for that matter.

                                            >”One minute! Get your colorful asses out here now!”

                                            >Almost as one the mares in the room head for the door.

                                            >”Come on Fluttershy.” Seeing her hesitance you prod her towards the exit only to feel her shudder. “Come on, I seriously doubt they just gave us all baths just to do something evil to us. It will be fine.” With a shaky nod she starts moving. And the jerk standing to the side of the door thankfully says nothing even though you were both the last to leave.

                                            >”Alright, same as before, single file!”


                                            >The room your impromptu herd eventually enters is absolutely huge, the incredibly high ceiling making your wings instinctively ruffle, you could perform most of your best aerial tricks in here and not even be at risk of hitting any of the walls or ceiling. Your eyes dart to the many large windows dotting the walls… You bet you could be out of one before any of them could even begin to react...No. Resisting and forcing your wings back against your sides becomes one of the hardest things you've ever done, but a glance at your friend behind you lets you find the strength. Either you all get out or nothing...

                                            >You continue following the others in a haze, your internal monologue fighting with you in a attempt to find any method to escape, here, now.


                                            >”Hey Mike!” One of the slavers, this one skinny and short, your head coming up his stomach as he moves closer, calling to the fat one.

                                            >”Gabe.”

                                            >”I see your missing one. App said it got triggered six times? ” You blink.

                                            >“Yea, one of them got wild on me. Had to give em a good little zap.”

                                            >”Went at you huh?”

                                            >”Yep, tough little shit. Wouldn't go down at first.” The balant lie, so easily said, angers you. But what could you do? This other creature clearly wouldn't care…

                                            >”Yea, well make sure to file the paperwork that way. Corporate are gonna automatically look into something like that. I don’t need them asking around.”

                                            >”Yes sir.”

                                            >”Anyways, to business!” A loud sound makes you jerk before you realize the creature apparently in charge just hit its paws together. A pair of eyes linger on you for just a second before looking away.


                                            >”All the pegasuses-”

                                            >”Pegasi.” In horror you realize what you just did. Nervously swallowing as every pair of eyes was locked onto you.

                                            >”What was that?” The slaver in charge asked, looking right at you. Well you were in it now…

                                            >”I-it’s pegasi, not pegasuses...” Why were you stuttering!

                                            >”Right...” With a smile he turns his attention back away. Fhew…

                                            >”So as I was saying. All the Pegasi.” He gestures towards you, then away.

                                            >”Will be on the north most part of the sales area. Should be easy to figure out being that Rachelle went all out on decorating it to fit the part. I want you to order them all out, best of the lot in the front center display.” He again turns towards you. “I'd say this little colorful and most helpful one front and center.“ You can’t prevent the light blush that shows up on your face.

                                            >“Yes sir.”

                                            >“Allright, Ryan should already be up there. Remember, some big money showing up today. Talking about possible five figure bonuses here.”

                                            >”Yes sir, thank you sir. And I'll get right on it. Come on then, this way.” You can't help but roll your eyes at the fake politeness. Suddenly so even toned when telling them what to do.


                                            >It was some kind of movie screen, but without a visible projector. It was much clearer and full of vivid color and detail that you hadn't seen in any theater you had ever been to before.… and the sounds that came from it didn't sound like the pony or whatever creature was speaking from inside a tin can.

                                            >”The pegasi were the masters of the sky-” Were? “Capable of incredible phenomena that modern science is still working to unravel. From outright weather manipulation to aerial feats you would otherwise think impossible” Was it talking about her?! “Regardless of your need for such feats, a pegasus would be a absolutely amazing companion to have.” Ok, maybe not. “And let us show you why...” an upbeat, almost catchy little tune played as the movie began to show pictures of incredibly happy looking pegasi, most of the time alongside an equally happy looking… whatever these creatures were supposed to be called… you think Twilight had mentioned it at some point… Humus? The movie suddenly pauses as a different voice calls from it. ”Five minute warning! Five minutes!”


                                            >”Yea, yea. Been ready twenty minutes ago. Always with the hurry up and wait.” It was a new… humus speaking this time. This one with another one of those terrible rectangles in his grip, your eyes nervously glancing over as a claw moved ceaselessly across it. Even the guards at Canterlot castle were not so… diligent; you had learned that word from Daring Do and the Primordial Guardian; as to keep weapons in hoof constantly like they did.


                                            >Tearing your gaze away you give the area around you another look. The white cloud shaped platform you sat on set a pony length or so off the ground. Your cloud being a bit taller than the others set behind and to the side of yours, maybe another few pony lengths away. Fluttershy was on the one behind and to the right of yours. The entire display looking like a big cumulus cloud with puffs of it separating off into your platforms. The wall behind it all painted a sky blue.


                                            >Suddenly the lights, both along the walls and on the ceiling shining downward dimmed until the entire room was dark, the movie thing next to you now being the brightest object around.

                                            >”Here we go.”

                                            >Partially turning in place you affix Fluttershy with a look before whispering. “Just do what I do, ok?”

                                            >Large double doors on the opposite side of the building open as a substantial number of the creatures start out from it in an semi-orderly fashion. The distance, dim light and dark clothing they wore making them more a mob of movement than individual beings to even your Pegasus vision.


                                            >Your ears clamp to your head and you duck as blaringly loud music starts to play from seemingly all around you.The wall behind displaying constantly shifting images often showing either ponies or humuses or both. And always as happy as can be when both are on at once. Once your ears finally stop ringing you start to listen in and… it's all a bunch of horseapples! Celestia and Luna were shown as though some terrible tyrants, forcing their will over everycreature for thousands of years, that they, they! were the ones who started the war. That somehow the invasion of Equestria was for the sake of the ponies in it! What a load of crap! You had been alongside Twilight for a lot of it, and according to her it was all demand after outrageous demand!

                                            >A little amped up you pace back and forth on the stupid cloud shaped platform. They were the bad guys here and they wouldn't even admit it! Her gaze returns to the lying screen for a second before scowling and looking away. Happy ponies being saved by heroic invaders… what a joke…


                                            >”Alright, y’all listening? I expect you all to keep behaving yourselves. I wont tolerate a word out of line when you're interacting with the cous- guests who will be up here soon. You do something stupid, you will regret it.”

                                            >”Relax, Mike. They have been perfectly fine so far. And shush, here comes one already.”


                                            >The building had since been brightly lit up again. The movie that had contained more lies than you had ever even heard told in your entire life since ended. The apparent custoguests having started wandering around the room, mostly in groups, though most of them still gathered around the middle of the room, which had since been filled with all sorts of tables, some holding what you could only guess was food and others staffed with creatures gesturing to and from their varied contents.


                                            >Your gaze flicks back to a group of four approaching. Knowing that if Rarity were here she would have been already gushing on about how three of them had matching, fancy looking clothes. A stallion, mare and… filly? And another mare in pure black, seemingly leading them towards you.

                                            >”-and here we have the premier of our handpicked pegasi mares.”

                                            >”Oh, she's so pretty!” You can only stand and blink as the alien filly runs up to just under your cloud. “Can she really fly!?”

                                            >”Indeed she can-”

                                            >”Is the hair dyed or..?” The stallion speaks next in a gruff voice.

                                            >”No, that is indeed the natural color. We asp-”

                                            >”Yes, yes. It’s pretty but how well trained is it?” Your eyes narrow at that. What a-

                                            >”She is very-”

                                            >”I don’t like how it's looking at me.”

                                            >You finally lose control of your tongue. ”And I don't like how you're looking at me!” You immediately clamp shut your mouth. A cold thread of fear running through you as you try and ready yourself for the eventual pain… a moment passes…


                                            >"Well, I heard they could speak but I didn't expect... that… I thought it would be more like a parrot…?"

                                            >"-er um, no. They are actually quite smart. Near human levels of intelligence, Able to hold a full on conversation." Human? Was that what they were called? And near! Was she calling ponies stupid!?

                                            >"And how much…" The stallion waves a foreleg in an odd, circular motion.

                                            >"Ah, yes. The minimum donation is something like…" Her claws scratch a little at yet another of their rectangular weapons causing you to tense again, before she holds it towards the stallion.

                                            >He coughs, balled up paw over his mouth. "Yea, not quite that pretty." Hey!

                                            >"How about something more like." He holds up six of his claws at once.

                                            >"Of course. If you'd follow me."

                                            >"But I want this one!"

                                            >"Oh, but you haven't even looked at any of the other ones! I'm sure there are plenty of pretty ponies just waiting to be your friend!"


                                            >You hold your breath until the horribly irritating family is well past both you and a quaking Fluttershy. Fhew… you would sooner-

                                            >"You know I told you, a word out of line…"

                                            Your mouth opens, then closes.Taking time to swallow your first response before speaking.

                                            >"I- It won't happen again."

                                            >"You better hope it doesn't."


                                            >You flinch as the giant movie screen behind you lights up once more and speaks. “A congratulations to Robert Howell of Greenfield Incorporated for being among the first to donate to our cause. And a thank you for a generous donation. Like us, he has chosen to take part in helping a distraught member of a long anguished species find a place in this world. We wish the greatest for them both.” You hear applause erupt across the room as the screen shows a picture of a pink colored mare and for a second your heart drops, but you quickly recover. It wasn't her. It wasn't pinkie.


                                            >The longest hours of your life steadily pass. Thankfully, through what must have been a combination of your silence, Fluttershys flinching away at every passer-by, and both of your apparent price tags none of what you now knew as humans have shown any serious interest in either of you. Though you worried about the rest of your friends. Were they still out there? Across in the other sections of the building? You had been sure to catch glimpses of the so called donations whenever you heard them and hadn't seen any of them show up on it, but what if it didn't show them all? Did some of them in fact get purchased? To end up in Celestia knows where, where you may never see them again?


                                            >Of course, just as you think it, the screen comes to life again. You jump to your hooves as you see Twilight appear on it. "A quick reminder, this years auction begins in two hours. Assist us in our noble cause and take a truly unique member of our group under your wing, the second pegacorn to ever have graced our halls! Ask your nearest representative for more information and thank you for your continued support!“ No! You start pacing. Wings partially extended in deliberation. How were you and your friends to escape and set this all right without her!? S-she was the brain of the operation!

                                            >”That ones getting a bit antsy.”

                                            >”Hey, like an hour to go. Don’t do anything stupid now, just keep being quiet.”

                                            >You huff and turn away. Utter jerks! All of them!


                                            >”Oh? Who let this bum in?” You don't bother turning back around.

                                            >”Huh? Oh shit! That ain't no bum! Incognito, he’s big money!” You glance back just enough to see the skinnier of the humans shoving its weapon into a pocket before you look away and tune them out. Both of their weapons were away... Maybe if you made for Twilight as fast as you could right now? The both of you could probably do it, then come back and save the others after…if they were still here. And if Twilight was even in this room for that matter… Dang it! You had to do something!

                                            >You look at a near catatonic Fluttershy before shooting a glance back again before you do a double take. Huh?

                                            >Your eyes trace a path from a bearded alien face to yourself as you feel your cheeks rapidly heat. Tail tucking between your legs as you quickly spin to face the jerk.


                                            >”Ok creep! Shows over! AH-”

                                            CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

                                            >You mouth locks open but you can't scream. The muscles in your neck and withers painfully spasming as the rest of your body goes rigid. Before suddenly, it's over.

                                            >You remain standing on shaking legs, all fours spread out beneath you, belly low to the floor. The second your senses return your eyes fall on the jackass that did this to you. Fat claws clutching the pain emitting device. It takes everything you have to not launch yourself off the platform and put a hoof through the creature's face… but that would leave Fluttershy alone to the mercies of the rest of them. Several furious seconds pass before other details become apparent. Like the sound of light sobbing behind you. Or that the bearded human's claws were locked around the ugly one's foreleg, seemingly keeping the utter mule from using the torturous rectangle once more.


                                            >”Do you normally damage the merchandise you're trying to sell?” Right. Because that's all they were to them.

                                            >”S-sir?” They step apart as the much less ugly alien releases his grip.

                                            >”Put that away. I can take being called a few names.”

                                            >”I.. Yes sir. Just know that this one is a bit of a… uh, wildcard.” You’d show him wild!

                                            >”I'll take it under consideration.” With a wave of his hand his eyes return to you, not even trying to hide the way they slid down your form, only pausing momentarily at your wings before finding their way to your flanks. Oh my gosh, was he seriously still checking you out after all that?! You were right, what a creep!

                                            >You shake your head and force yourself to start scanning the crowded building once more, trying to perhaps catch a glimpse of purple amongst it… before the glimmering of an idea comes together in your mind.

                                            >You hesitate, but a glance back at a still crying Fluttershy seals the deal for you. You could do this. You had to do this.

                                            >”Hey!” You call out to the creature incapable of taking a hint.

                                            >A raised brow. "Hello?"

                                            >”You gotta lot of money, right?”

                                            >He lets out a sharp laugh. “You could say that.”

                                            >"Well. If you want me, you gotta buy us both!"

                                            >Fatso starts to open his ugly mouth before the beared one silences him.

                                            >"Let her talk." You swallow. That was kind of all you had…


                                            >”Uh… So.. S-she's my friend-”

                                            >”No.” No?!

                                            >“Sell me on this idea of buying you both. What would I get out of it?” Gee, maybe a heart?

                                            >”W-well… She's really really good with animals… if you have any...” Seeing his expression you continue.

                                            >”And of course she could help with chores and the like!” How would you know what slavers bought ponies for!

                                            >”And? Why should I specifically buy her?” His eyes bore into yours. “Or you for that matter? I could have the rest of the lot for less.”

                                            >”Pfft..! You think im blind? I see the way you're looking at me!” What would Rarity say? “Quality over…qual uh… quan.. quantility!” Right?

                                            >He's smiling. “You've got some qualities all right.” What's that supposed to mean? His eyes move to Fluttershy. “Your friend however more resembles a statue.” Eyes back on you. “I prefer those with a little fire to them.” You feel your cheeks heat up… You can’t believe this was happening.

                                            >”W-well...” Come on. “I-if you want this... fire” Errgg… “Then you're gonna have to… burn some money.” Ooof…

                                            >His smile had transformed into a grin.

                                            >"I'm listening." Burning with humiliation you glance back. The few ponies left thankfully preoccupied, and Fluttershy…


                                            >You steel yourself. For her. For them. Even if you'd rather fight a hundred Tireks right now.


                                            >You take a exaggerated step towards the aggravating human. Wings other ponies dreamed of ruffling and extending to their full span. Your body tensing as the well maintained muscles along your frame ripple beneath your fur. Trapped in that cage, working out was one of the few things that kept you sane. Waiting for that day, needing to be in top form… your body in the best shape you could manage without proper nutrition for days on end. Though you didn't think you would have to- uhhg -use it, like this.


                                            >Whatever. Pretend like this was the aftershow of your wonderbolts performance, cameras flashing as you strutted forward. The cheering of the crowd around you, fans begging for your autograph…

                                            >With this image in mind and a flick of your mane you take another leisurely step forward. Trying to banish the blush from your face as his eyes once again ran down your form. This was far from the first time you had caught a stallion, or mare, staring. You had a fan club long before you were even a wonderbolt for pete's sake. But… this time you couldn't just roll your eyes and look the other way… and… and he wasn't even a pony! A hot rush of excitement followed by shame. Uuhhg. Shut up…


                                            >"Y-you're doing a bit more than just listening." You swallow. "But that's ok, I can't blame you." You run a shaky hoof down your barrel, your own heartbeat a rapid tempo. "I'm worth looking at." A nearby chuckle breaks what composure you had. Your ears going limp as your face burns the hottest it ever has..


                                            >"Indeed she is." The human mare from before was back again. "I assume everything is going well?"


                                            >"She's trying to tempt me with her feminine wiles. And I'm afraid to say it's working."


                                            >"Should I place a hold on her to give you time to decide?"


                                            >"Nah, her and her yellow friend over there, put me in for both of them."


                                            >"Of course. We will arrange trans-"


                                            >"Miss colorful can accompany me if that's acceptable? Mellow yellow over there may need some assistance though."


                                            >"Of course, and as I'm sure your aware only one pony per group is allowed on the floor at once for security reasons regardless. Now, if you would just follow me, we can finalize the-"


                                            >“Wait!”

                                            >Multiple pairs of eyes snap to you, all but the ones you were banking everything on annoyed. The ones that counted were curious, amused, thankfully, you hoped.


                                            >“There’s, uh… four others you gotta get.” Please….


                                            >“Four? As in four more? What happened to quality over quantity? You want me to buy every one of you in here next?” He wasn't angry, or dismissive…. His eyes locked onto your own with an intensity you could feel.


                                            >You harden your gaze, he needed to know you would not budge on this. That it was all or nothing! “No! Just them! They- they're my best friends… and I can’t leave without them! I won't! Even if you force me! I'll fight! I'll find a way out!” You end with a stomp that rattles the fake cloud prop beneath you. Body tensed, two glares unwavering.


                                            >“Mr Anonymous! I do apologize, you do not-”


                                            >“Let her down from there, me and her are gonna take a little walk, just need to, feel this out.” The words were promising, what he didn't say… what he didn't say, you would find out. His eyes promised that.


                                            >More free in one way, more trapped in another you think as you trot to keep pace with much longer legs. No more confined to no more than a few pony lengths of space at most. A structure probably half the size of ponyville around you, but the sense of freedom dulled by bound wings at your sides and a… a leash at your throat.


                                            >And in his grasp… as if the humiliation could not get worse… doing your best to hide your face, even knowing everypony near was bound in much the same way, even knowing it would do no good. Most ponies recognizing you from your mane alone… This needed to end sooner than later.


                                            >“Err. Anon a mouse?”


                                            >“Not here. And just say Anon, not a fucking mouse…” Uh oh… he wasn't sounding quite as amused as before. At least you thought. Between the lack of ears, tail, and wings it was hard to tell what they were thinking alot of the time. This wasn’t helped by the fact that his face was at least twice as far up as yours. You needed your wings dang it!


                                            >“Here.” you manage to glimpse around him enough to see a door being pushed open, it’s only adornment a placard displaying a outline of what resembled a human; before being led inside by a too short leash. The click of your hooves on tile marking your entrance into… Sink, mirrors. A bathroom…