>"And up next, we have a beautiful specimen. Earth pony, mare, strong but submissive in temperament! Bidding starts at 1000. Do I hear 1100?"
>The pink pony, which had walked up to the stage with her eyes downward, suddenly looked up with surprise.
>"Ren? Is that you?"
>A shout goes up in the gathered crowd, soon followed by more.
>"1200!"
>"1300!"
>"We've got 1300... no 1400 from the gentleman in the back! Do I hear 1500? Come on folks, this is a prime workhorse here!"
>The pink mare keeps up her attempts at communication.
>"Ren! Renegade Heart? It's me, Ivy! We went to school together! Don't you remember me?"
>Her loud stage whispers fail to register on the pony auctioneer.
>Or perhaps she's deliberately ignoring it.
>You wouldn't doubt it.
>Pony collaborators weren't treated with any particular respect by their kin.
>Except maybe in cases like this.
>The bid reaches 2100 before the pony is finally auctioned off.
>"...going twice! SOLD to the young lady in the stunning green skirt!"
>The auctioned pony resists the man attempting to lead her off the stage.
>"Please, Ren! Don't let them take me! Please!"
>Ren doesn't look back at her, she's busy shuffling her papers in preparation for the next pony.
>This seems to break her.
>"REN! You dirty, traitorous whorse! By Celestia, you'll get yours! You'll pay for selling your own friends and family into slavery!"
>The slave pony's screeching insults and curses continue until they finally fade out, distance and the ambient sounds of the auction house eventually drowning her out.
>Ren, for her part, seems unperturbed.
>Collaborators have a reputation as being cold-blooded.
>A pony has to be, for this kind of job, you guess.

>"Seven-fifty going once, going twice... sold to the gentleman in the black tux!"
>The other Anon goes up to receive his new pony
>"Alright ladies and germs, that does it for-"
"One thousand!"
>"Sir, I'm afraid the the bid is already over-"
"Not for her."
>"Pardon? There are no other ponies for sale-"
"For you."
>"M-Me?! Sir, you can't be serious, I'm the auctioneer, you can't-"
"Two thousand."
>"Sir, really!"
"Three thousand."
>"Buh- I-"
"Going once."
>"Now hold on a moment!"
"Going twice."
>"This is absurd!"
>>"SOLD!"
>The owner of the storehouse grabs the auctioneer pony by her tiny collar and boots her off the stage into your waiting arms
>>"I'll ring you up by the front door. Will this be cash or check?"
>"This isn't happening!"
>The happy merchant rubs his hands together
>"This can't be happening!"
"You take credit card?"
>>"There will be a small surcharge."
"There always is."
>"I paid my dues, dammit!!"
>You'll name her Fluffles

>She thought she was going to be shanked.
>It turned out to be a few hundred decent people that bought up most of them.
>All the ponies run free in their little community.
>Some even run little shops.
>It almost feels like a small equestrian town.
>Magic of harmony allows them all the prosper.

"Wow. Just wow."
>Your ex-slaver pone's ears flatten against her head
"You even sold your own princess, you absolute scamp."
>Celestia looks sternly down upon the little mare
>"If I remember correctly, you slapped my royal tushy and referred to me as prime meat in front of every buyer there."
>If Fluffles slouches any further she's going to collapse in on herself, like some kind of equine dying star
>"Now, my little pony, would you like paper or plastic?"
>For a thousand-something year old ruler, that she's trying and failing to hide her contempt must speak volumes to her anger
"Best go with paper, I have a feeling you'll try to suffocate her with that plastic bag otherwise."
>"There's nothing keeping me from bounding over this counter still, dear."
>Oh yeah, she mad
>That was the sweetest, most sugar-toned threat you've ever heard
>You quickly pay for your items and exit the store
>Celestia sighs as she looks down at the puddle of fear Fluffles left behind
>Picking up the P.A speaker she calls out
>"Luna! Clean up on register three!"