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>be Applejack
>wake up in a musty barn in the middle of the night, can't tell who's or where.
>rump is stinging like it's been burned
>try to move... can't
>hear hoof-steps after a few minutes, from outside
>coming around the barn to the front door
>The door slowly splits open and latern-light creeps across the dirty hay-covered floor...

>It's Anon...
>Oh yeah, you sold yourself to Anon to pay for Applebloom's education 
>It was just supposed ta be fetish-play...
>He seemed like a nice guy...
>Well, he's not...

"Hey Jack, hope you slept well. Time for work."

>A couple'a Earth Stallions walk in beside him
>your body quivers in the cold night, flush with anxiety

"Don't ya dare come near me, or i'll buck you through the walls."

>but of course, you can't
>your back-hooves are bound and chained to bolts in the floor
>pull, push and fuss as you might, they don't budge.
>the still-fresh brand on your rear starts to throb with pain as your heart beats faster

"You agreed, right? It's all good. And I found a couple guys who would love to fulfill your 'fantasy' tonight."


>Anon comes up behind you and squeezes your ass, lifting your tail up
"See guys? She's the real deal, Applejack from Ponyville. Since you've been so generous, you can have her until sunrise. I can drug her up a bit if you don't want to deal with her bitching."
>The 'alpha' of the two stallions shook his head
"Naw... Where's the fun in that?"
>Anon nods and then hikes your tail up hard, tying it up with twine so it's 'out of the way'
"Okay, just close the doors when you're done."


>The first one wastes no time as soon as Anon leaves...
>He bites at your marehood painfully, and you shriek
>Tensing your muscles instinctively, trying to buck him...
>Your hooves just hopelessly rattle and strain against the bolts.
"Fuck off'uv me, ya pig!"
>He just laughs, hot breath against your nethers, continuing to bite and lick at you
>The second one reclines back on some hay barrels.
"Who's a pig? You sold yourself to be bred, you dumb whore."
>You kick again, mad as hell. The bolts don't budge.
"That ain't it... No! I don't want this!"
"You will..."
>You violently try pushing back with your body since you can't buck...
>You just end up getting your flank slapped by the first stallion's big-ass hoof
>The pain jolts through your body and leaves you groaning through your teeth
"Oh, she spits some acid... but look how eager she is!"
>The alpha gets enough of your musky cunt, rearing up and stomping a hoof behind you
"I like this one... Loud and full'a herself. Let's break her."
>Suddenly there's a tremendous weight upon your back as the stallion leaps up, mounting you
"FUCK OFF'UV ME!"
>You feel that horrible 'thing' rubbing against your butt, looking for your hole made slick by his saliva
"ARGHH!"
>He bites your neck and you yelp in pain
>This cna't be happening... this can't be... It's gonna happen.
>You twist and writhe, trying to fight any way you can, but he holds your body up with his powerful forelegs, biting at your mane and pulling your head up


>His flared cock-head just barely missed the mark a few times
>It won't be much longer...
>You headbutt him
"GIT OFFA ME... PLEASE!"
>He grunts and just headbutts you back
>You see stars... going limp.
>Without your fighting, he gets a perfect thrust and splits you open.
>This is how you lose it...
>Do you even keep fighting now?
>Your head stops spinning, and you try to scream
>All that comes out is delirious, pained sobbing
>He's fucking you down to the hilt... his powerful muscled hips slamming against you and rocking you back and forth
>Any time you try to stiffen up and fight back, he bites down on your neck again, subduing you
>Or he bites your ear and grunts
>'Bitch', 'Whore', 'Give up already?'
"I ain't... fuck... fuck off... Oww..."
>Your marehood starts to spasm and contract around him instinctually.
>You're getting hot and wet
>This isn't what you want at all...
>He feels it, and starts fucking you harder somehow, groaning with beastly pleasure
>You just think of Applebloom, and start trying to justify all of this...
>'I'll put up with it... i'll get through it... at least it's worth somethin'
>But he ain't stoppin', he's taking his sweet time with you.
>every moment that passes, those invasive feelings of sick pleasure and submission bang against your mind
>You could hit him again...
>Maybe he'll knock you out this time?
"Fuckin' come already... you sick bastard."
"I would've... but you're a weaker bitch than I thought. So I'm gonna get my moneys worth. My friend prefers'em broken, though. He'll really enjoy you~"
>You open your mouth, but nothing comes out...
>Except a squeal. You squeal like you're in heat.
>Where'd it come from? Can't help it... what's happening?
>Hearing him talk like that... makes you sick, makes you numb... makes you excited.
>You can't argue with a huge dick up your cunt. with your ass branded by Anon
>You're a worthless whore now
>Get them off as fast as possible. Be good and they won't hurt you
>Lie to yourself.


"Come in me... breed me. C'mon, asshole. I'm yer mare."
>Your body is shaking, from the nerves and the pleasure
>You gave up, just letting your instincts take control
>Your hole milking his cock like it was made for him
>His friend is still sitting there, watching intently and jerking himself off
"Like it, partner? I- I can't wait for your cock, next..."
>He twitches, precum already dripping down his length
>What are you even saying? Applejack... snap out of it.
>No... they're right. You sold yourself. 
>Maybe you're a dumb-bitch after all.
>But you're product.
>Do your work and do it right...
>The alpha pins you to the ground and groans loudly in your ear, shoving himself deep into you, and you can feel him start to throb and spasm...
>He's coming...
>After about a minute, with him laying on top of you panting, you can feel it dripping down your cunt-lips and thighs.
>He pulls out and sighs, moving around to your front, wiping himself off on your face.
"You're disgustin'. Broke so easily."
>Bite him... bite him...
>Of course you won't. What would Anon do to you?
>You make sure to wipe him clean, getting cum all over your face
>You take deep breathes of his musk... convincing yourself the nausea isn't there
>His pal is already up on his hooves, stomping behind you.
>You look up at the alpha with your cum-stained face
"Disgustin' bitch..."
"I- I'm sorry...
>The air in the barn is now thick with pheromones and the smell of sex, finally pulling you into a careless stupor
>His friend mounts you and has no trouble slipping into your greased hole
>All you can do is moan and pant, breathing more of it in...
>He bites your neck, you don't resist the dominate gesture
>In fact, you give into it with a sudden orgasm
>Your hips push back against his, twitching and convulsing
"Ahh... fuck yeah... Dirty me up... Fuck me! It's all I'm good for..."
>It isn't long before he's spurting, too. 
>You're so full of cum that it just pours out of you now


>The hours pass, stallion #2 stays with you
>Fucks you a few more times, plasters your face once
>Eventually he gets tired and leaves
>Gosh darn it... what have you gotten yourself into?

>You fall asleep at some point...
>And wake up

"Good morning, Jack."
>The cruel sunlight pours into the barn as the doors open
>You shut your eyes tighter
>Anon's foot-steps get closer
>Your body is sore... you can't move much
>Anon grabs your mane and lifts your head up
>A thick leather collar is wrapped around your neck, and buckled tight.
>Anon's iron insignia-piece is latched on the front.
>He frees your hooves from the bolts, but a leash is latched onto your collar instead.
"Whew, you smell awful... maybe I'll hose you down later."
" ... Fuck you."
>He pinches you on your still-raw brand, also of his insignia, and your body jolts in pain
"Ow!"
"Okay... I WILL hose you, then. And I'll make it cold."
>The warmth of the sun fills you with just a slight bit of vigor
>You struggle to get up onto your hooves... shaking
"What the hay more do ya want from me? I did yer business. Gimme my bits and let me outta here."
>Anon just looks at you confused, then smiles awkwardly
"Uhh, Jack? Applebloom's classes were... 500 bits? We only got 20 from those guys.
>You stare at him and feel your blood start to boil...
"You said-"
>SMACK
>Anon's hand whips across your face
>You go from boiling to ice-cold, and fall back down
"I said you WORK for me, and I PAY you. You agreed to all of this, stupid farm-bitch!"
"I-"
>Don't, Applejack... be quiet.
"Not that it matters what you agreed to anymore. You wear my collar, your ass has my mark on it. Those guys said you quite enjoyed yourself last night, so what's the fucking problem?"
>This collar is tight... it's uncomfortable.
>Just sit still.
"You may be an element of harmony, but you're pretty stupid without your friends."
>Whatever...


>A week rolls by
>You've been leashed by your neck in this barn the whole time
>Anon hoses you off and gives you a tray of food and a bucket of water each morning.
>Then a guy or two comes in each day...
>And fucks you.
>Every morning he tells you how much you've earned
>With that damned snake's smile
>After a whole week, you haven't even broken 100 bits yet.
"Five? Only five?! Why'd ya lower my- the price? It was ten!"
"And it's 5 now."
>This is as much about the money as it is tormenting you
"They say you just stand there and take it... how am I supposed to sell that? People were expecting something more, but word got around that you're /cheap/. So I have to adjust."
>You could charge him and break that chain...
>But your neck is already sore from trying and failing all week.
>You glare at him... he doesn't care at all.
>He moves over to you and rubs over your flank with his weird monkey hand
>The brand has healed, leaving a deep scar across your three apples
"Tell me, Jack. How do we advertise you? The tough-bitch that will put up a fight? Or the slut that just wants to be bred?"
>You don't answer.
"We can earn more if we target the right audience, but you have to perform."
>Fuck him...
>SMACK
>Your face turns red... 
>You scream and headbutt him into the ground
"I'M NOT GONNA-"
>Bad idea. Baaad idea.
>Your body locks up as Anon shocks you with some kind of magic electric rod.
>You hit the ground, and...
"Okay... tonight's special will be 'helpless unconscious mare'."


>You wake up
>It's the middle of the night, again
>Your body is sore like never before
>Your ass stings and you can feel that awful goopy feeling of cum dripping from your marehood
>Then, the smell hits you
>And the taste
>Your face is laying in a pool of stallion-jizz... mixed in with dirt and hay
>You open your eyes... Anon is still there, sitting in the lantern-light
>Counting bits
"That was a good night. We made 40! How do you feel?"
"Uhhhnnn..."
>You roll over out of the cum, wiping your face off with your hoof.
"Why Anon..."
>He gets up off of his chair and moves over to you
>Kneeling down, rubbing your belly, fur matted with sweat
>Smiling...
"Huh?"
"Ah coulda done anything... Coulda plowed your fields. Coulda cooked for you. Why's it gotta be like this? Why do you hate me?"
>Anon seems surprised by this
"What? I don't hate you, or I wouldn't have burnt my mark into you. Silly pony."
>He laughs softly
>You remember that laugh
>You liked hearing it once
>Maybe you still do
>At least he's not hitting you
"Please let me do somethin' else... I'll earn my money... but another way. Please..."
>He sighs
"No, Jack. A deal is a deal. And if you quit now, you're gonna let down your customers. In fact, you had a returning customer tonight. He told his friends about hte broken old 'mule' at my farm. They were all very, excited. This is gonna be good for us."
>You're so battered and tired, you can't muster anger or indignity right now
"Anonymous."
>You stare at him pleadingly
"Let me off, and... you won't regret it. I... loved you before all'a this. I could still, love you... I could. I'll send the money back home and stay with ya... I'll do anything but this. I'll make yer home... I'm probably pregnant by now, I'll raise foals for ya... I'll-"
"God, shut the fuck up."
>You flinch in surprise, then quiver in anguish.
>Anon unbuckles his pants and pulls them down...
"How about this? Suck my cock and I'll pay 50 bits outta pocket."


>That's it. That does it.
>You break down and just start crying
>But Anon doesn't hit you
>He just sits there... still rubbing your belly
"Crying isn't gonna get Applebloom her money."
>You lived your whole life alone
>You kept everything inside and forged on
>No time for a colt-friend
>You thought Anon could be the one to change that
>Applebloom needs her schooling...
>You wanted so badly to open up and explore yourself with someone special
>You don't love him right now
>You don't hate him
>You don't feel anything
>Just turn over onto your belly
>Shove your snout into his crotch
>Lick him, smell him
>Make him cum, 50 more bits...
>But there's a hitch
"Good mare... Mmmh~"
>Anon starts rubbing your ear, and petting you as you suck him off
>Why do you feel so warm?
>Why is your heart beating faster?
>Fuck this
>If you bite his dick off, will he kill you here and now?
>Anon groans happily. He's fully erect now
>Human cocks aren't very big, but it's still a piece of work for your mouth
>You're doing the best you can
>Not even really thinking about it
>You're so used to just going on auto-pilot
>But this feels slightly different
>You flick your ear as he continues to rub it.
"Nnnf, Applejack..."
>He hasn't called you 'Applejack' since this all started
>He comes...
>It tastes so good, and you feel so... good?
>Salty... tastes so much better than a stallion's seed.
>You swallow and look up at him
>But he pulls out of your mouth and wipes himself off on your muzzle
>Fur already matted by someone else's cum
>You don't even care. Who are you anymore?
"It gets boring just jerking off, you know?"
"Jack is fine..."
>Anon looks at you, confused."
"Don't, call me 'Applejack'. Jack is fine."
>The shame. Maybe it's the shame that's stopping you from giving in?
>You're a disgrace to the Apple clan
>Anon twists your ear painfully
>You just wince... too tired to shout
"I'll call you whatever I want, 'Applejack'. And by the way, starting calling me 'Master' from now on."


>Call him Master? No...

>The morning came sleeplessly
>Anon returned, yawning as he opened the barn doors, carrying your food and water as usual
>And a hose...
"No, no, not cold, not again..."
>Pointing the nozzle at you, he pauses
"Alright, then. Ask me nicely."
>You don't get up. You can't.
>You just look up at him exhausted
"Please don't use the cold water, Anon."
>He looks at you for a moment with mild anger
>Then comes the dreaded 'squeak' of the nozzle
>And you're soaking wet, freezing cold
>Anon stomps towards you and tugs harshly on your chain, getting you up to your hooves
>He sprays you again, then gets out a rag and whips your ass as hard as he can before starting to dry you off
"I told you to call me Master."
"I ain't gon-"
>SMACK
>He smacks you so hard that water-droplets fly off the other side of your face
"You will, Applejack."
>You fall back down into the hay, shivering...
"Say it now. Beg me to heat your bath-water from now on"
"M-mmh..."
>You make some kind of mumbled noise, knowing that silence will just get you hit again.
>You don't want to.
>He's going to call you Applejack now, because he knows it bothers you.
>Why'd you say that? You really are dumb, aren't ya?
"Master..."
>You just manage to choke it out.
"Yes?"
"Master... please don't spray me with cold water anymore."
>He kneels down by your side and starts drying you off again
>No response.
>He's letting it sink in... that's gotta be it.
>This is all a game to him
>Breakin' you apart piece by piece,playin' with every bit
>Why do you keep holding onto that pride, Jack?
>This is all your fault, anyway.
>The sooner you give in, the easier it will be.
>Listen to Master and stop getting hurt...


>be Jack
>you're a 5-bit whore at Anon's farm
>you mean... Master's farm
>you've given up on everything
>at least until you've got the money to take home
>you'll just pick up the pieces later... that's all
>the barn door opens as it does every morning
>a brief respite of fresh air and sunlight
>Anon is carrying your bucket of food
>and another one as well, steam coming off the top
"Good mornin', Applejack~"
>he won't stop calling you that... the asshole
>but you stay quiet and watch him with calm obedience as he whistles his way over to you
>he sets the other bucket down with a 'slosh'
"I've got a surprise for you."
>Master gives you a brief smile...
>Suddenly, the bucket rattles
>There's only time to shut your eyes
>A wave of hot water pours over you, from your head, down your back
>Not scalding hot
>But it melts away the chill right down to your bones
>You're right and truly confused...
"Didn't think you'd get a hot bath? I told you, call me Master. A deal is a deal... right Applejack?
>You don't open your eyes
>All you can think about right now is how damn pleasing that water is...
>Your body starts to steam off, as Master gets the towel to start drying you off
"But that's not the surprise. You've made 250 bits. You're halfway there, and you've been acting up less, so... I'm going to give you-"
>He cuts short, the towel stops.
>'Oh gosh, what did I do now?'
"Applejack, what happened to your eye?"
>Your eye? Oh yeah. You wince a little as he mentions it, feeling the pain again.
"Oh uhh... One'a the fellas got a little rowdy last night. Think he was a bit drunk... he just socked me one, soon as he got in."
>Everything is quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time
>Master just stares at your black-eye, with a glare that could cut iron
"The drunk? The light-coat with brown hair?
>Usually, Master is good at composing himself and hiding his emotions
>But right now...
>He's cold as death, his fist clenched around the towel

>He passes a hand over the damp fur of your legs
>splitting the fur, noticing the bruises from when they'd tied you up with your own leash, too
>Master just kneels there and thinks quietly to himself for a moment
>then grabs your leash... taking you off the bolt
>What is he doing?
>You haven't been free for weeks...
>You could run...
>You'll earn money some other way...
>but Master's stern voice jerks your mind back
"Come with me. Today is your day off, because... you've been a good mare."


>That's the last thing Master said before bringing you to his small cottage across the fields
>He then disappeared down the road, promising he'd be back tonight.
>The fence-gates were closed and signs were put up to keep would-be patrons away
>of course... a gate wouldn't stop you.
>You could be gone, too. All of this would be over...
>No Jack. How are you going to explain the brand?
>How could you betray him now?
>The hot bath... the day off. Freedom.
>'You've been a good mare.'
>Naw... he hit you, too, Applejack.
>He's a scum-bag... you were all wrong about him.
>But Jack, he only hit you because you misbehaved
>You slam your hoof into a stone on the ground, shattering it completely
"Damn it all! What's gotten into me? Why did I ever go along with this?"
>You're lost in an angry, confused daze
>Then you notice a note that's been nailed to the door of Master's cottage


"Applejack,
250 bits are in a bag on the kitchen table. There's food, eat it. Take a real bath, with soap. Nap on the couch if you want. Run if you want. I won't come after you.
But remember what you said. You'd do anything. Well I'm willing to renegotiate some of our terms. You're a mare of your word, aren't you?
Start by making me dinner when I get home from the market.
-Anon"

>It must have been written earlier.
>Somethin' tells you, he's not headed for the market right now.


>He's right.
>Maybe you were wrong about him.
>But an honest mare lives with the consequences of her actions.
>You opened your heart, it clouded your judgement.
>A girl like you can't be doin' that... but you did.
>So you'll give up your pride for now, hang up the ol' hat
>Because the real shame would be not owning your mistakes.
>Cheating this deal.
>And besides, Anon- er, Master, isn't so cruel...
>He'll renegotiate...
>You resign yourself and open the cottage door.
>It's so warm...
>Master already has the fireplace goin'
>Half a pot of coffee is at the counter, the air has a pleasant shade of it
>He must've drank some, but it's still piping hot on the burner.
>The money... is on the table, just like he said.
>Your thoughts immediately go to Apple Bloom
>Her smiling face fills you with even more warmth... and a tinge of that shame
>Your hat and hair-ties are sitting on the couch
>But you don't really feel like fussing with it
>Your mane and tail being loose helps you feel... different
>It flows and cascades across your body, gets in your face sometimes
>You feel more feminine, more like a mare... a good mare.
>You bite your lip, and try to fight that thought back.
>Then you have to fight the urge to fight it.
"I am... I am a good mare. Master. I'm a good mare, ain't I?"
>You speak out-loud, alone in the privacy of this cozy little place.
>Just practicing...
"Master. Master. Master~"
>Each time sayin' it, working on making it sound sultry, seductive, submissive
"Ah made dinner for you, Master."
>It might have made you feel sick a few days ago
>But today, here and now, in this place that feels so strangely like a home
>It just makes you feel so warm.


>It's getting late, and the sun has already set
>Loneliness is starting to creep in
>And worry
>Today, you took a bath, finally feeling clean for once
>You ate here and there, but couldn't stomach much due to nerves as the hours passed quietly
>You started cleaning and doing whatever you could around the house
>Granny Smith as old as she was, you were plenty used to making a home
>You put a lantern out by the front door as the sun set, taking one last look up and down the road
>Finally, all that's left to do is sit down on the couch and watch the fire as it slowly burns away
"Where is he..?"
>Your eye smarted a bit, as you remembered the look on his face this morning
"Why's it matter that they bruised me up?"
>He's always so calm and collected, but somethin' slipped this morning
>You could imagine what might he be doin', and none of it pretty
>You never cared none for that revenge stuff
>All you care about right now is...
>Your ears perk
>Was that a crackle of the fire, or a twig breaking outside?
>You jump off the couch and bolt to the window, opening it and sticking your head out
>There's definitely somethin' out there
>A squeaky, metal sound, like an ol' wheel-barrow
>And footsteps, human ones
>The gate opens, and in the fading light of dusk you catch a glimpse
>It looks like Master, making his way to the barn
>Your heart is beatin' faster...
>You think you'd better stay inside


>After all this time, it's hard just to endure each second
>Sitting on the couch, waiting...
>Eventually the tension is broken, hearing the barn doors slam shut
>And Master's distinct foot-steps are coming around to the front-door
>But something sounds off...
>He takes the lantern off the hook, and opens the door, coming inside
>You open your mouth to greet him, but stop at the sight
>His clothes are dirty, his shirt is damp, a hole is torn in the knee of his blue-jeans
>a stained rag is tied tight around his forearm
>You can smell blood and booze
>His face is... just expressionless
>But you can tell from the way he paused as he spotted you
>He's surprised...
>Surprised you're still here, maybe?
>He blinks and looks around his home, slowly taking off his boots
"Hey Jack."
>There's a limp in his walk as he moves towards the couch
>You were sure you heard it
"Master... what-"
"Get me a drink. And stoke the fire."
>The commanding tone in his voice pulls on you like puppet-strings
>But you can hear somethin' hurting, too
>You swallow, and leap to your hooves
"Yes'sir."
>A bottle of spiced apple cider, barely drunk from yet
>You carefully pour some, and set it to warm on the stove
>Moving over to the fireplace, setting fresh logs while you wait
>Master falls back onto the couch, slowly taking off all of his clothes, throwing them on the ground
>You catch a gasp in your throat, seeing his knee, bruised and swollen...
"What in the name of goodness happened, Master?"
>He looks at you, finally naked, sat still but for the slow rhythm of his breathing
>A smile, the charming practiced one, but cracked enough to see through now
"I'm fine. Get me my drink."
"Yes'sir..."
>You hurry back to the stove, and do what you're told
>Doesn't look fine at all, but at least he's home and safe
>You sneak a swig of cider from the bottle for yourself, then carry his cup to him
>He groans with comfort as he downs it all...
>Guess you'd better just bring over the whole bottle.


>You sit next to him on the couch
>Layin' your chin on his thigh, just above his hurt knee.
>Long minutes pass in quiet relief, with only the roar of the fire to hear, and the occasional sloshing of booze as Master takes his drink
>You know things aren't alright, but you're comfortable none the less
"Jack..."
>Your ears perk, and you look up at him
"Yes'sir?"
"Why're you still here?"
>You can't answer right away
>It's a question you were expecting at some point
>Just maybe not right now
"I'm a mare of my word."
>He shakes his head slowly
>You blush just a bit, his hand grabbing your chin and tilting your head
>He stares at your bruised eye for a moment, then let's you go with a deep breath
>The last of the cider rolls out of the bottle into his mouth
>A little bit dribbles down his body
>For some reason... you decide to lick it up
>He responds with a shiver, a soft groan
"Master... I'm gonna take care'a you. That's why I'm still here. I'm gonna earn my money doin' the best I can for ya."
>His hand creeps over your neck, scritching under your collar, then moves to caress your loose, freshened mane
"Good, good... Then suck my cock."
>He didn't have to ask you twice
>The sweaty, musky smells were teasing your nose all this time, so close
>And the taste of his seed... you haven't forgotten
>It's salty and delicious, nothing like a pony's
>It's like a treat...
"Yes'sir~"
>You dip your snout between his thighs and set to work
>Licking him all over, taking deep breaths as he grows
>He's just the perfect size for your mouth
>Big enough to touch the back of your mouth
>Just enough room left for your long, rough pony tongue to pleasure him in each and every way
>His deep, tired groans and growls...
>Each one, so rewarding.


>You wake up
>Morning has come again...
>You're woken by the feeling of Master latching your leash back to your collar
>Still laying on the couch, the faint taste of his cum still on your tongue
>You shriek and your body jolts as he suddenly smacks your ass
"Wha- What?! I'm up..."
"Good morning, Jack. We've got work this morning."
"We..? Master..."
>You yawn and rub your eyes
"Your knee. I cleaned up your arm and got you bandaged up nice after you passed out. But your knee, you gotta care for it."
>You smile at him, but it falls off your face, he looks deadly serious
"I told you, I'm fine. Don't get stubborn now."
"I'm not, I'm sorry Sir..."
>It hurts you to watch him limping around the room.
>He grabs the empty cider bottle off the end-table, and tugs on your leash
"Come, my slave."
"Yes'sir."
>You can't help but follow
>And some small part of you even feels good to be pulled around like this by him
>But that fiery look in his eyes, and his tense posture
>Whatever wasn't right last night... 
>You get a sense that it's about to come to a head now
"Don't worry, Jack. You'll make me breakfast and set my bath after we're done. It'll be back to normal."
>He looks back at you with a pleasant smile now, smooth as porcelain
>That's the Anon you've come to know... a snake
>But despite everything, he took a moment to reassure you
>A snake better than most, anyway
>You nod to him as he leads you outside, trying to hide his limp

>The barn doors creak open
>It sends your mind on a twist, seeing things from this perspective
>You're just glad you're not still tied up in there.
>But you're not at all comforted by what you find there in your place.
>A dirty looking stallion stands frozen in the middle of the barn
>His hooves chained and bolted to the floor
>It's... the guy who gave ya that black-eye.
>The morning-light next falls on that wheel-barrow off to the side
>Your stomach does a flip
>This is what Master was up to...


>Master stood there for a good while, still as a statue and staring him down
>That empty cider gripped like a sword in his hand next to you
"Morning there, bucko."
>The stallion just spits
"Fuck you and your stupid tramp."
"This 'tramp' is my property. And /nobody/ damages my property."
>Your cheeks burn with a strange emotion, being referred to as 'property'
"Ey, did I stutter you human fuckin' freak? Fuck you both. I don't care."
"You don't care yet? Really?"
>Master gives a casual chuckle, shaking his head
"The right eye."
>It happened so suddenly
>Anon rushed forward in a blur
>He lifted the bottle up, and before you could even blink
>SMASH
>It made a deathly sound against the stallions face before shattering into a million pieces
>He fell to his haunches, screaming
>Blood pouring from cuts on his face, his eye shut tight
>Master took a few steps back, admiring his work.
"How much do you care now?"
>You knew it would be bad...
>But holy golden apples...
>You just stand frozen
>Master moves back to you and pets your mane
"What's the point of acting so tough? Your own boys left you for dead last night. You're a worthless drunk and nobody's gonna miss you. So... We're gonna put you back to sleep, drop you on a freight-train to who-knows-where, and you can make a real life for yourself far away from here."
>He tugs on your collar commandingly, then gives you slack
"Go on, Jack. Give him a kick. Knock his lights out, and we're done."
>You... you can't. Could you?
>You can't disobey Master
>But this ain't right
>Think, Jack...
"I just bathed yesterday, don't wanna get my hooves dirty again on that sonnuvabitch. Ya made a real bloody mess."
>You wait for the slap... but...
"Hahaha~"
>He laughs... genuinely
>Your heart is briefly aflutter because of it.
"Good point. Alright. I'll just get the hammer. Go inside and start my bath, Jack."
>You obey... feeling only slightly relieved, and mostly sick


>Master came out of the bathroom in a glorious puff of steam
>Just a towel around his waist
>Morning sunlight poured into the room and there were even birds chirping
>It was too darn perfect
>He limped over to the table 
>You made sure breakfast and coffee were already waitin' for him
>He gave you a brief smile, then picked up a fork and started eating
"Your arm's lookin' better. I'll wrap it up again when yer done."
>He just nods and takes a sip of coffee
>You give him a moment, making sure there's nothin' he wants from you
>Then you get yourself an apple and sit down next to him
>It would be a fine moment...
>If not for the fact that just an hour ago, you were damn near witnessing a murder
"So, Applejack. About our renegotiation. Your break day is over. From here on out, I'll pay you 15 bits every day - as long as you're good. No more misbehaving like you did out there."
>He cuts into a flap-jack
"Out... there, Master?"
>He looks at you sternly for a moment
"Yeah. I told you to kick him, didn't I?"
>You shiver lightly
>Right, he did...
>I guess you shouldn't have expected to get away with that, but-
"But it was your break day. So, I'll let it slide."
>He smiles again, and takes another bite, a moment of quiet
"Thank you, Sir..."
"Just remember the new rules. You're going to do anything I tell you to do. /Anything/. Besides being a barn-whore, anyway."
>Something about his tone doesn't sit right with you
>But, that /is/ what you said
"Yes'sir."
"Okay. Wash my dirty clothes today, tailor that hole in my pants."
>He pushes his plate back and gets up, taking his coffee with him
"Dishes, too. I have to go to the market, and then clean up the barn. Blood-stains are a bit tough, so~"
>He rubs his chin, looking around the house
>His eyes land on the basket of apples
"I'd like to smell a freshly baked apple pie when I come inside."
>He looks at you and winks
"Then I'm gonna come inside you."
>You blush and just nod...
"Yes'sir."


>One week rolls over...
>You could almost say it was blissful
>You could almost forget you're even a slave
>And not just a house-wife
>If it weren't for the occasional rump-slaps
>A few cheek-smacks...
>And that collar around your neck
>You feel as though, you might be falling in love with Anon again
>In some sick, twisted way.
>Master has been givin' you a good rutting every day
>Multiple times a day, even
>Eventually he just tied your tail up so you're always 'presenting'
>He particularly enjoys watching you go about your chores in the house
>As his cum leaks from you rear
>And the way he uses his hands to play with your clit...
>You just can't put it in words
>Yesterday, what did he do?
>The Pegasi reported a snow-storm comin', so...
>He brought you outside and made you cut up a load of fire-wood
>Worked up a little sweat
>Then he fucked you right there outside until the snow started falling
>Sometimes he'd even let you lick him clean 
>Your salty treat, he knows you love it
>And now it's Friday night
>It's pitch-black out there, and the snow is still comin' down
>Master is huddled in a nest of blankets on the floor, between the couch and the fireplace
>Wordlessly, he beckons you to come over to him
>You've grown used to his body-language
>You often know what he wants without him sayin' anything
>He's not feelin' sexy, he's not got anything for you to do
>As you get closer, and look at his face
>Usually a familiar, practiced expression
>Tonight, it feels like you're lookin' through an open door
>A door, that's been closed for a long, long time


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>You lay down next to him
>Your head on his lap
>He pulls the blankets over you and tugs you closer
>Staring into the fire, the only light in the room
>His hand begins to gently caress and pet over your branded cutie-mark
>Tracing his mark with his finger tip
>You nuzzle his belly, and he moves his other hand to rub under your chin
>He lets go of a deep sigh
"Applejack... Why haven't you killed me yet?"
>Your fur stands on end, caught off guard by that
>The petting intensifies as he feels your discomfort
"What?"
"No secret letter sent off to your friends to come rescue you?
"A'course not, that would be betrayal, Master."
>A moment of quiet...
"So?  I'm a bad person, you know that right? People like me... are just askin' for it."
>Think, Jack...
"Nah, I don't really.  I mean ya been scary some times, but bad?  Besides, good or bad, I'm your slave. What choice've I got?  Ain't about to betray you."
"And when you go back home, and everyone wants to know about our 'escapade'?"
"None of their business."
"When rumors that you can't just sweep under the rug reach Ponyville?"
"It don't matter none what I do in my private, personal life.  And my friends ain't about to judge me after some of the secrets /they've/ shared."
>Master's body is tensing.
"It'll be a scandal."
"Oh dear~ Applejack's got a wild side."
>You say in a faux tone
"Did I ever tell ya 'bout that time Rainbow Dash nearly blew up Cloudsdale?  Yeah hon, we're used to dodgin' scandals."
"Did you just call me 'hon'?"
>Oh, shit...
"Uhh, yes, sorry Master."
>The fire cracks
>He finally relaxes
"I don't mind... But Applejack. You can't love me."
>Huh..?
"I'm a monster. I'm a psychopath. I picked you out like fruit from a tree. You're my victim."
>No I ain't...
"You have no idea the things I've done, for no good reason..."
>He stops short
"Master. Tell me then."
"Nevermind."
>You nuzzle his belly again and nudge his hand
"Alright, then, quit all this worryin' and let me comfort you."
>Things go quiet again
>He seems to accept what you said, and continues his petting
>You're mighty sleepy
>Master smells so good
>And you just feel like dozin' off...

"Okay, you're right. Why worry, it'll be over soon. Don't forget your promise, Applejack.

Applejack?"


>You had a dream
>Can't remember much about it
>You think it was more like a nightmare
>Your hooves were covered in blood
>It wouldn't come off
>And Anon was gone
>You ran all over the house
>Checking every room
>Except 'that' one, the basement door
>It was always locked
>You were about to run outside
>The floor-boards cracked open
>You fell into darkness...

"HAargh!!"
>You woke with a fright
>You were still there under the blankets
>The fire had died down to embers
>Master was still there next to you
>His body so warm
>Breathing so gently
>His arm laying limp across your side
>You're just glad you didn't startle him awake
>You carefully check your hooves, pulling them out from the covers
>They're clean, of course
>It was just a bad dream...
>But memories from last night bubbled up into your sleepy mind
>'Why haven't you killed me yet?'
>'You can't love me.'
>There was somethin' deeply wrong with Master
>There was no mistakin' it now
>He nearly let it slip last night
>Keeping something bottled up inside
>You'd seen him crack before
>But didn't question it, just like a locked door
>If Master locks a door, you're not meant to go in
>But are you bein' foolish now, Jack?
>He'd opened up a little last night
>He wasn't drunk or nothin'
>Tired, sure, but...
>Does he want you to see more?
>You lay your head back down, and kiss his thigh
>Gently off to sleep again...
>You have a happy dream of your parents.
>Memories tucked deep in your own hidden places...


"Urgh... Unf..."
>Your shovel scrapes along the ground
>Master has ordered you to clear out a path to the road
"Those Pegasi dropped more snow than they ever do in Ponyville... Must be a group'a rookies in this town."
"Hmm. Maybe, Jack."
>Master comes outside
>Wearing his favorite jacket, and carrying a scarf
>He wraps it around your neck
"But it looks like it's no challenge for you."
>Your cheeks burn against the cold, blushing
>You grunt in affirmation as another shove-full of snow falls aside
>Master stands close behind you
>And decides that now is a good time to tease you...
>Tugging on your neatly tied up tail
>Feeling your muscled rump with his hand
>Tensing, contracting as you clear that snow
>Now more of you is starting to burn against the cold
"You're quite a work-horse. I love this body of yours so much."
"I'm glad, Master..."
>Jack, ask him what you wanted before we both get all worked up-
>But he slides two fingers up and down between the lips of your marehood
>A bolt runs up your spine, and the shovel slips, clanging against the ground
"Unnnnf~"
"Somethin' wrong, Jack?"
"N- No... It just slipped."
>Master has a chuckle and releases you...
"Well... pick it up and get back to work."
"Yes'si-RRgh"
>Something strange gets deposited right into your cunt
>With a clicking sound, it starts to vibrate
>More clicks, it vibrates faster...
"I found something 'neat' at the market. Now... finish up before lunch-time, or I'm gonna serve you a spanking. Understand?"
"Yesss'ir..."
>He gives a mischievous laugh
"This isn't gonna 'slow you down' at all, is it?"
"No... Nnno, sir."
"Good, I want the path to the barn cleared, too."
>Oh, fuck... Fuuck... Oooh~
"I'll be on the porch for a little while, finishing my coffee and, 'watching'."
>Your ass already starts to sting, struggling to hold the shovel steady and jam it into the next heap of snow
>Looks like you're in for it...


>You hadn't finished before noon.
>In fact, the sun was already casting an orange glitter across the fresh planes of snow
>Master called you inside at noon for 'lunch'
>Only to send you back out to finish
>Your rump tanned and sore
>He called you in again to make him supper
>The vibrator stayed in the whole while, a'course
>And even now, the path to the barn wasn't cleared yet
>Maybe if you hadn't been quite so 'preoccupied', with orgasm after orgasm
>Mewling like a bitch in heat all day long
>He calls you in for the last time
>Closing the door behind you
>Your eyes widen with hope as he touches your rear
>The vibrator finally gets pulled out
>You collapse to the floor, quivering
>Master chuckles softly, clipping your leash to your collar
>Pulling you over to the couch
>He places a tray of food on the floor for you
>Tugging harshly on your tail
>Holding your ass up before him
"There's your dinner, Jack. Bad mares don't get to eat at the table."
>You can't even process what's on the tray, before you feel his breath beneath your tail
"... Did you even finish?"
"No'sir..."
>You whimper with frustration
"Hmm. Not good, Jack~"
>Your flesh burns as his hands grip your reddened ass
>He spreads your marehood with his thumbs and licks
>Up and down, several times
>Then sucks on your soaked clit
"Mmph. My favorite desert~"
>You open your mouth to take a bite of food
>But agonized moans come out
>Sweet, sweet agony...
"I was going to give you some cum tonight, but... Guess it'll wait until tomorrow."
>Noo... Oh, cum, please, cum...
>It takes you a while to realize you're saying that out-loud


>Master left you in a twitching mess on the floor
>You came so much, there was a small puddle of your fluids
>He made you clean it up, of course
>With your tongue.
>At least you're finally able to eat
>But you're behind on your daily chores now, too
>You stuff your face with Master's deliberately bland meal
>And hop to your hooves, rushing to clean up around the place
>The dishes, sweeping, cleaning the counters...
>You 'are' a good mare... when Master ain't rigging things
>Maybe he'll be impressed with your work when he comes back
>Because you've got a real hankerin' for a good mouthful of hot, salty seed
>To hear him breathing so heavily
>To hear him growl your name like a hungry wolf
>Unnf~
>Honestly though; how can you still be so horny after today?
>Maybe you're in season...
>Though all the ruttin' has kept you plenty sated, if you are
>Ugh, shake it outta mind and finish those dishes, Jack...


>You finish folding Master's clothes, and set them in the basket to carry upstairs
>That's when you notice...
>The basement door is ajar
>You freeze for a moment
>Could he be down there?
>You've never seen him go down since you've been here
>It's always been locked
>Your mind goes back to last night
>Hidden places... 
"He... never said 'not' to."
>...
"Then I'll tell you not to right now."
>You nearly jump outta your skin
>Master suddenly emerges, coming down the stairwell behind you
>He looks at you discerningly for a moment
>Then takes the basket off your back, sets it by the stairwell
>And pushes the door shut
>Locking it again
"Thank you for doing my clothes."
>You nod, when suddenly he grabs your chin, staring into your eyes
>A chill runs up and down your spine
"You are never to go down there."
>He holds your muzzle shut
>Not asking if you understand, not waiting for a nod or any confirmation
>His eyes practically carve the order upon your soul
>Then, just like that, it's over
>He's smiling again
>And you are... incredibly turned on


"Feeling adventurous tonight, Applejack?"
>Master brushes his hand over your back as he walks past you
"Oh~ You were busy while I was upstairs."
>He crosses his arms and appraises the room
>Your gaze follows him, and your hooves move without a thought, staying close to him
"Yeah. I, uhmm. Did I do good? I couldn't finish shoveling, but I finished my other chores."
>Anon looks down at you with a smile, petting your mane
"You did just fine."
>He twists your ear a little bit
"Hmph. If I knew I could get you to move that fast, I would have given you more work."
>But you can tell by his tone, he's only teasin' you
>You twitch your bound tail, and nuzzle into his hand
"Well, Applejack... There's another room in the house you might like to see, instead."
>Your ears perk
"Yes, Master?"
>The word 'Master' rings in your mind with such sweetness
>He grabs hold of your collar and leads the way
>Oh... the way he tugs you...
>Damn it. You really 'are' in heat, aren't ya Jack?
>You haven't been able to get your mind off this sexual tilt all day
>He takes you upstairs, and stops at a door.
"My bedroom."
>He opens the door and lets you inside
>It's small, but cozy. Plain, but in a nice comfortable way.
>Appreciating the room comes second to appreciating the bed, though
>It looks like a cloud pulled outta heaven to you
>Not because it's particularly good bed...
>But because it's Master's bed
"You are now allowed to sleep upstairs, in my room."
>Your face lights up with joy
"Really Master? Shucks... But I couldn't finish shovelin' today."
>He pinches your ass, still raw, and you jump forward with a small shriek
"I suitably punished you for that."
>You nod and stifle a horny whimper
"And there's another perk for you. If you're 'very' good, I'll even let you sleep in my bed."
>Oh...
"With me."
>Gosh...
"And, well, since you cared so much about getting your work done today. You can sleep with me 'tonight'."
>Holy golden caramel apples. Heck yes. Rut me. Rut me, rut me-



"Applejack. Uhh, you okay?"
"What, huh? Oh. Yeah. I musta zoned out or somethin'. Aheheh~"
>You blush profusely 
>Master moves over to the closet and pulls out another pillow, tossing it on the bed
"Go and wash up a bit, then. You smell like an animal after today."
>You reckon you're going to smell anyway, for one distinct reason, but...
>You obey.


>Everything was just a blur
>Washing yourself, drying off, complete auto-pilot
>All you could think about was you, in that bed
>Eventually reality caught up to your mental image
>And there you were...
>Biting and screaming into a pillow
>Master's thick cock stretching your swollen, aching cunt
>His hips slapping against your tender rear, hurts so good
>His fingers twisting and tormenting your love-button
>He knows just how you like it...
>And you're likin' it alright
>Itch. Scratched.

>Eventually he collapses
"Lick me clean." He breathes out.
>You don't nod
>You don't speak
>You obey
>Laying by his side, you take your time and savor every drop that's left on his softening member
>Smelling his scents until it intoxicates you
>It's not a mouth-full like you wanted
>But this was all-together more than you had hoped for
>Master then pulls on your collar
>You turn around, parallel to him, your head next to his
>Caressing his bare chest with a hoof, fetlocks still slightly damp
>Caressing his belly
>Further down... why not?
>And back up
>You become hypnotized by the rise and fall of his chest
>And sleep soon takes you.


>Another dream? No...
>Another nightmare
>You're in the house again
>The fire is...
>The house is on fire.
>People are shouting from outside
>Loud as a riot
>Pounding on the door
>Pounding on the shudders
>Pounding on the walls
>You look around in a panic
>The hole you fell into last time is still there
>And there's a pounding coming from the basement door, too
>The floorboards are creaking
>Something is crawling up out of the hole
>Several somethings
>You can't see them...
>But you can see their shadows cast onto the far-wall by the fire
>Their forms confuse you... 
>You can't quite tell what they are
>They ain't ponies, anyway
>You want to run upstairs and get Master
>But your hooves are stuck to the floor
>The blood...
>Dear Luna, please end this!
>A flash of light, and-

"NOOO!!"

>Master stands by the bedroom window
>He drew the curtains open, and warm sunlight poured in across the bed
>He returns to you, a confused and worried look on his face
>He sits back on the bed, and lays a hand on your cheek
>Gently...
"Applejack?"
>Your nostrils flared, breathing intensely
>The panic leaves your eyes as you realize everything is okay
>Okay outside of your own head, anyway
"Bad dream? Lie back down... You can sleep in today."
>Master looks toward the door
>Maybe considering the day ahead
>He sighs
>A yawn and a great big stretch creep up through his body
"Let's /both/ sleep in."
>He gently lays down, sliding back next to you
>You wrap your hooves around him
>And he smiles
>Genuinely...


>You can't sleep much for the birds outside
>And the questions burnin' like hot coals in your brain
>But laying with Master in the sunlight is a fine comfort
>It's been an hour, maybe two
>Your head tucked under his chin
>He grumbles something, then his hand starts to pet you
>He's awake again
>You nuzzle his chest
"Good mornin', Master."
>He scritches your ear and mane in response
>You've gotta ask him now.
>You'll both be up soon
>Who knows what he'll put you up to
>But... how can you break this moment?
>He's been so good to you...
>Are you really gonna do this to him now, Jack?
"Are you okay, Applejack?"
>You weren't expecting that
"I'm just fine."
"You feel so tense..."
>You hadn't noticed 'til he said it
>You tried to relax your body
>He started to rub your neck, and it helped a bit
>Jack, just forget it...
"Nothin' ta worry about from me... but what about you, Master?"
>Moments pass in quiet
"I'm fine, too."
>You roll overr, laying on top of him
>Staring into his eyes
>He 'unf's under your weight, looking mildly surprised
"Ya know I don't believe that."
>His brows furrow
>And he stares right back
"You don't believe me?"
>His voice, cold as stone
>What confidence you had starts to shrink away suddenly
>He slides his hand to your neck
>Playing with your collar
"I don't mean it that way, Master..."
"Say what you mean."
>That deadly serious, command tone...
>You're in deep now, Jack
>Might as well follow through and take whatever comes


"I'm awful worried about what's goin' on in your head."
"I told you I'm -"
"And I hear ya, but..."
>His hand tightens around your collar now
>Get it out, Jack
"You're hurtin' in there, and you're hiding it. You came close the other night to showin' it. Show me, Master, please. Let me lick those wounds and take care of ya like I'm sworn to."
>You continue to stare at each other
"Master... my parents died before I was a grown adult. My brother and I raised a child while we ourselves were still children. We ran the farm, did all the work..."
>There's a hitch in your breath
>Keep on, Jack
"I didn't even have the time to think what death was. I couldn't let nothin' crack me, with all that weight on my back. Now, what'd I tell little Apple Bloom, when she asked me where 'they' were the first time?"
>Master's face became foggy, as your eyes welled up with tears
"I said 'They'll be back some day honey, don't worry.' "
>Your voice wavered as you spoke
>But you heard the words just like you did on the day you said them
>You could never forget
"I lied. But she grew older. A lie never lasts forever. So eventually I had to face her - face myself - accept what was, and share that pain. I had to. When you love someone, you share yer happiness. And you share your pain. You lick each others wounds... Why won't you let me, Master? Why?"
>You shut your eyes and just cry for a good minute
>How silly could you be, Jack?
>You love him, sure
>But who's to say he loves you back...
"Hit me, Master... Just hit me. I'm sorry. I-"
>He let's go of your collar and touches your cheek
>His thumb wipes a tear away
>You don't move, you don't breathe
>In just a few short weeks, you'll be gone
>He won't even look down the road after you...
>Who cares about any of this, Jack
>This is why you had to stay alone.
"What happened to them?"
>...
"I don't even know."
>You dare to open your eyes
"Losing... your parents... hurt you that bad?"
>You just nod
>He stares through you.
"Master..? Master?"


>Well...
>If things weren't fine then
>You really fucked it all up now
"Get off me, please..."
>You roll off quickly
>Master sits up and gets out of bed
>He slips on some sleeping pants
>Expressionless
>Every move he makes is slow
>And almost looks... tormented
"Why'd you tell me all that?"
"I'm sorry."
"No. I appreciate it. Nobody ever has- Nobody has ever told me so much about their, feelings. It-"
>He places his hands on the dresser to steady himself
>You can just barely tell that he's trembling now
"It helped me. Understand. Something."
>You can only sit there and watch, and listen
>Is the door blown open, now?
>What have you gone and let loose..?
>It's okay, because you're going to take it.
"Your turn, Master?"
>He shakes his head, slowly
"Are... Are you cold? I'll go make you a hot meal and some cocoa."
>He shakes his head faster
"Applejack. I know it must frustrate you. I'm sorry that this has been bothering you. I can't tell you now. It would- I can't. Not until the right moment. But I promise you'll know before you... leave here. And you promised, too."
>He keeps mentioning that...
>But you've been keepin' your promise, haven't you?
"You've been such a good girl. I'm just trying to enjoy this. Like you said. No worrying."
>You get up off the bed and move to him, nuzzling his bare back
>He shivers...
"If you love someone. You share your pain, correct?"
"And your happiness."
"Yes, well... The pain has to wait. But you've made me so happy."
>You breathe against his skin softly
"Do you understand, Applejack?"
>You think you do...
>You really do.
"You make me happy, too, Master."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-JjH67osbU 
Monster OST - Float flower

>You are Applejack

>You're a mare in love
>You're a mare in bondage
>Which one goes above the other...
>You're not quite sure

>But you do know one thing
>Master loves you too.
>You hope one day soon, he'll really say the words
>You're not gonna worry about it, though
>You're gonna do your damnedest to make the next two weeks bliss 
>For his sake
>Worry is... for the future
>But that just leaves you worried about the future
>You can't help it...
>And your guess is that neither can he
>To be honest...
>You're terribly scared
>But all your life has given you the hide to withstand fear
>You don't understand what Master's goin' through
>But you 'will'
>And It fills you with determination
>So, make these days the sweetest
>Because come the end of the month...
>You're goin' home.
>Leavin' behind a man stronger than he was, you hope

>You're not sad.
>No, you're not...


>And the days do pass
>Sweetly...
>Slowly
>Could it be his smile?
>Not the practiced one
>It's new.
>One that dimples his cheeks
>And puts a glitter in his eyes
>Could it be these belly-rubs?
>The sun is rising, and Master's hand takes motion
>Awake, a new day
>Snuggled up behind you
>He rubs and scratches your belly, your chest
>Your hoof kicks softly 
>And you make the girliest comfort sounds Equestria's ever heard
>He nuzzles your mane
>Could it be when he whispered "I love you" into your ear last night?
>Did he?
>You were so sleepy and comfortable...
>Maybe it was just a dream
>Your reverie is startled as he grabs your hind leg
>Moving his hand along to your hoof
>He starts to tickle the soft underside...
>Urrrh~
"Stoop. Nooo, Anon~"
>Woops...
"Master~"
>Your defiance just encourages it
"It's my hoof." He grumbles sleepily
>Happily...
>Damn it. Don't let this end.
>You'd let him tickle you forever
>Forever is a nice thought.

"Tomorrow is the last day."
"Oh... is it now?"
"Yes."
>He lets go of your leg, and continues scratching your belly
"So today is your break-day."
"I don' need it."
>He exhales into your mane
>You push your body back into his
>He holds you tighter...
>It's comfortable...
>But it feels like he's hangin' on for dear life


>You're strong
>The strongest mare in Equestria, maybe
>But Time is stronger
>The day rolls over
>And before you know it
>You're back in bed...

>Then before you know it
>Morning is here again.
>The last day
>The moment of truth...
>The birds outside are chirpin'
>Silly birds.
>Why don't they-
>Somethin' tugs on your collar
"Huh?"
>You open your eyes
>Master holds your leash
>Standin' by the bedroom door
>Smilin' that sweet smile
>Eyes a'glitter
>You smile back
"Good... Good mornin' Master."
"It is."
>This is... different
>You hop out of bed and follow his lead
"Coffee, sir?"
"Nah."
>Clopping your way down the stairs...
>Looks like he's already had his
>The smell of coffee...
>Just like the first time you came in this house
>There's a spring in his step
>He goes about getting his jacket
>Fetching his hat on and fixin' it on his head
>A suit-case waits by the door
"Master? What's goin' on?"
>He pulls you towards him with the leash
"Time to go."
"Where we goin'..?"
"Anywhere."
>Could it be...
>What happened to...
>Anon opens the door
>And the bright light of day blinds you

>Then you wake up.


>A sliver of sunlight peaks through the curtain
>Striped across your eyes
>You squint hard and roll over
>Opening your eyes
>Reaching for someone who isn't there
"Master?"
>Nothin' but the birds
>But even they're more quiet than usual
>You throw the covers off and sit up
>He's not here
>You sniff the air
>Nothin'
>He must've woken up much earlier
>No coffee
>No burning logs
>No him
>Your heart sinks into your gut
>It was just a dream
>Just a dream...
>Don't start cryin' now, Jack
>Isn't life just one long dream?
>Could be...
>This feels more like a nightmare

>It's time to get up
>You roll out of bed and stretch
>Stabilize yourself, now
>You approach the bedroom door, and peak downstairs
>The basement door hangs wide-open
>You pull back
>Deep breaths
>Master told you the time would come
>The time to share his pain
>This is your last duty to him
>Not just a duty...
>It's your caring
>It's your wish
>It's your love
>But while your duty will soon end
>And you'll be on the road back home
>Love doesn't leave so easy...

>You go downstairs.


>The house feels empty
>Everything is still, quiet and cold
>You jump as a breeze outside hits the shutters
>You startle as the floorboards creak beneath your hoof
>You stand frozen before the basement door...
>Looking all around
>This home
>This place
>Anywhere but down...
"Master..?"
>You swallow the lump in your throat and call again
>Your voice just dully echoes
>You know he's down there...
>Why won't he answer?
>...
>This is the answer
>The door is open
>You have to move now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkRwNlcZ340
Monster OST - Sweet Home

>The old wooden steps make quite a racket
>You see the flickering of lamp-light 
>It's colder
>And colder...
>As your first hoof hits the floor
>You finally get a good look of the room
>The stone wall closest to you has something etched into it, in large jagged writing
>You just barely make it out in the dim lamp-light
'WHY AM I HERE?'
>It's written again
>And again
>Another one...
'WHY AM I ALIVE?"
>But your eyes are drawn immediately to the far wall
>Where Master sits...
>Next to him, propped up on the wall are, crosses
>Three of them
>Grave markers?
>Made out of what looks like old fencing
>You step closer to the middle of the room
>He doesn't react
>He's clutching something, head hung low
>Another cross
>Human names are carved into them
>You don't recognize them...
>Except the one he holds

'ANON'


"Well, Jack."
>His voice...
"Here we are."
>He peers at you from behind the cross
>Your blood runs cold
>You can't even make a sound
"Back in my world. You see. I killed them. A few people."
>His voice is like nothing you've heard before
>He shakes and twitches slightly, clasping a fist tight
"They said 'kill the man'. They put a gun in my hand. So I went. I broke into his home. I killed the man. But there were others. And they started screaming and shouting. So why not? I shot them too. His wife. His daughter. I just wanted them quiet."
>He takes a breath
"And it was a nice quiet. But wouldn't you know it... I realized one was missing. His boy grabbed his daddy's gun and shot me in the back. Good kid. Brave kid. Just..."
>Another breath
"Too little, too late. Haha..."
>Another jagged breath
"And he shot me again, and again, and again. Until the trigger started clicking, empty! Hahaha!"
>No more...
"Counting the last seconds of my life away, like a metronome!"
>Please stop...
>He stands up suddenly and throws 'his' cross to the floor
"AND THEN I WOKE UP 'HERE'. I WOKE UP? I'M DEAD, APPLEJACK. WHY AM I HERE?!"
>His screaming echoes off of every surface and pounds into your ears
>He slumps backwards against the wall
>Sliding back down to the floor slowly
>You just stand there and watch him breathing
"Here's what I thought of recently. Because 'Man, Woman, kids' wasn't the whole story. I didn't just kill some folks, I killed a... 'Family'. Worse than that... That boy."
>He doesn't finish that last thought
>He just looked up at you
>His eyes a deep abyss
"And if it weren't for you. I wouldn't have known. That other people could... 'Suffer' so much. Love and lose. 'Carry'. Does that have somethin' to do with it? The villain gets his poetic justice?"
"I don't know." You choke out.
>It's getting harder to breathe.
"Oh well. At least it's over now. You're right. Sharing that felt, okay. Thanks."
>He lifts his clenched fist up, trembling


>Three 5-bit coins are thrown at your hooves, clattering across the stone floor
>That's when you notice the knife next to him
"You're a good girl, Applejack. That's the last of it. This is your last order, then you're free."
>You finally finish processing all of it...
>The promise. His story. The 'right moment'.
>It all falls into place
>You hear the words in your head before he even speaks
"Kill me."
>You stare at him
>What now, Jack.
"What'd you say?"
"Come on, I know those hooves can crack a skull. It'll be easy."
>You don't move. You can't move.
>Your heart is about to burst
>He raises his voice
"You promised. Do as I command."
>You shake your head
"You expect me to carry that weight, too?"
"You can dump me anywhere you'd like. Who's gonna look for me?"
>You shake your head...
"You really think I'm gonna kill a person?"
"You're a hero, Jack. I'm the monster. I'm the 'human'. When you tell them about all of this; that I'm a murderer, they'll pat you on the back. Your hooves will be clean."
>The cold in you is starting to thaw
"If you found out somebody had killed your parents, what would you do? If they killed Apple Bloom right in front of you? Why not? Just do it. You know it's righteous."
>You look down, your eyes could burn holes into the floor
>'Wake me up now, Luna...'
"You have to."
>...
"YOU HAVE TO. I HAD TO. SO DO YOU."
>He starts screaming again
"OBEY ME!!"
>You lift your fore-hooves and slam them into the ground
>The floor cracks
>The bits go tumbling away
>The whole foundation shakes
"NO!"
>Those cannons of your eyes, pointed right at him


>Everything you have, you pour into that gaze
>This man...
>Master
>Anon
>You've broken it
>You're so angry.
>You're so sad.
>Your hooves sting, but it don't phase you
>You could bust this whole place down by hoof
>You'd sooner choose that, than...
"I won't do it."
>You watch the slow transition of his face, from surprised, to angry, to expressionless
"Yes, I disobeyed you. I broke my promise. You can come over here and do somethin' about it. 'Cause you're not dyin' today."
"Why."
"Because it ain't 'right'. If it weren't right to kill those people... then it ain't right to kill you now. Blood doesn't wash blood! You know it ain't right. Look at you. You 'know' it. You're askin' me to make a bad thing worse. That ain't righteous..."
>You stomp your hoof on the ground again
>It hurts, but it don't matter
"... it's SELFISH!"
>He doesn't budge
"I don't care what you did in that other world. I wish you hadn't. I woulda done anything in my power to stop you. But I 'can't'."
"Then you're just gonna let me go on? And when I kill more people?"
>You're not gonna budge, neither.
"You won't. How do I know? Because you already had the chance to. I saw it, I was there. I saw you bloody up that stallion you had locked up in the barn. I saw you twistin' the broken bottle in your hand as you thought up his fate. The filthy thing, who woulda missed 'him'? 'That' woulda been easy. But you didn't do it."
"I-"
"Shut it! And on that same day, you let me outta the barn. You cared, didn't ya? It weren't just about your 'property'. I coulda still been out there today, gettin' fucked and takin' more black-eyes for that money right now. But you saw another way."
>You won't lose this...
"And even right now...how about them 'crosses'? Did ya make'em just to decorate the place, Anon?"
>He stares at you...
>You won't lose this fight.
>You won't lose this man.


"Your humor is great."
>A smile
>A cold, cold smile
>The snake's smile...
"That mask is cracked all too much now, Anon."
>He winces 
>Then kicks his 'cross' that was layin' by his feet
"They're here because this is a grave, Jack. And you can't change things. I'm sorry this is happening to you. But I don't deserve this place. I don't deserve it. Not another second of looking at your beautiful face. This is the end of the line..."
>Your brain starts to hurt.
>Everything slows down
>You see it.
"... whether or not you accept it."
>His hand reaches for the knife
>And you bolt, charging straight at him
>Your hooves quake against the stone
>You scream with all your might
>You won't accept it
>You won't let it happen, either
>You don't care if it hurts him
>If words can't break it
>Your body can
>You slam into him
>Hammering your hoof against his arm, pinning it to the wall
>He screams in pain
>The knife clatters onto the floor...
>Hearing that, you grab hold of his body
>Throwing him around and onto his back, in the middle of the room
>And you lay on top of him so he can't move
>You're stronger than him
>You're heavier than him
>This man will not die.

"AArrghh! Fuck off've me! My arm!"
>You leave no room between his face and yours, staring at him
>He grits his teeth, breath rattling
"You. Can't. Change. This!"
>You just lay still, your muscles rippling as you hold him in a vice grip
"I already did. Care to do somethin' about i-"
>He headbutts your snout...
>Your nose starts bleeding
>Unfortunately, he managed to daze himself in the process.
>And passes out...


>You don't know how long it's been
>Time, though it may be stronger than you
>It can't reach you here and now
>Just laying there on top of him
>Eventually he came to
>The struggling started again
>But it wasn't doin' him no good
>He just wore himself out, and started groaning in pain
"Is this 'change' enough, for ya?"
>No response
>He won't look you in the eye...
"Look'it me. Look at this 'beautiful' face, Anon."
"No..."
"There's nothin' else to do."
"You broke your promise..."
>You breathe slowly
>Trying your best to restrain him without hurtin' him anymore now that he's pacified
"Eeyup. So, does that convince you?"
"Convince me've what?"
"Things can be different."
>Nothin'.
>He lays still...
>An occasional grunt or whimper
>You wipe your bloody nose on his face
"Look'it me. Look what you done."
"No..."
"Look at me."
"Shut up..."
"I need to care for yer arm, Anon."
>He growls and struggles again, but only for a brief moment before the pain sets in
>Wincing, his eyes shut tight
>You pass the time, just listening to his breath
>Slower, and slower...
>He's given up the fight
>It's just a matter of time...


"You can't lay here forever, Jack."
>You blink, and look down at him
>Though he still won't look at you.
"Apple Bloom. You've got to get home with that money."
>...
>You grit your teeth
"You're gonna get up eventually. You're gonna leave me, even if just for a minute. Because your Apple Bloom is more important. Your family, Jack. You have to try somethin'. And you will... soon enough."
>Your nose scrunches, your face contorts in anger...
>Of course he would.
>He would play it that way, wouldn't he
>...
>Playing. Games. Rules.
>Your words don't reach him
>Violence isn't what you want
>And time was never on your side
>But...
>You think you see a way 'you' can play this
>The rules he's so attached to
>More specifically...
>A change in the rules

>A mare in love
>A mare in bondage
>You know now which came first
>You knew the moment you broke your promise

"I'll be goin' home, Anon."
>You tear the collar from your neck
>And strap it around his
>Fastening the buckle tight.
>His eyes widen
>His body tenses
"And you're comin' with me."


>You stare down at him still...
>This is it
>Your last gambit
>Let it work, please...
"Anon, look at me now."

>He turns his head
>Staring at you wide-eyed
>Tears welling up
>You prop his head up with a hoof
>They fall down his face
>Streaking across the blood you left on him
>His body gently goes limp
"Applejack. You... didn't."
>Make sure of it now.
"It's gonna be 'Ma'am' for now."
>He exhales...
"Anon? You understand?"
>Breathing in...
>Exhaling again...
"Yes... Ma'am."
>Words, fine.
>Test his actions now.
>You give him a stern, but warm look
>Before lifting yourself up off'a him
>He winces slightly, adjusting to the lack of weight
>But he doesn't move apart from that...
"Can you sit up?"
"Yes..."
>He struggles to push his torso up, holding his right arm in his lap
>Looking down...
"Keep lookin' at me."
>He raises his head, eyes meeting yours
>The mask has all but crumbled away
>His expression is pained, hurting, lost...
>You must have fractured his arm
>It's better than bein' dead.
"So... About my nose."
>He looks at you terrified...
>What have you done?
"Could ya get me a wet cloth from upstairs?"
>A risk...
>But he stands so suddenly
>So fast that he hurts himself
>Cradling his arm
"Yes Ma'am..." He says meekly.
>He moves to the stairs
>You're right behind him
>Anything suspicious and he'll be down on the floor again.


>This is all so strange...
>He's collared now
>He's listening to you
>You're the one in control
>But your adrenaline is starting to fade
>All that just occurred this morning is starting to sink in
>You couldn't have imagined he was so...
>It wasn't supposed to be like this...
>But it is.
>You sit in front of him at the couch
>He's relaxed now
>But still seems so lost
>He takes the damp cloth, and wipes your nose clean
"I'm sorry I hurt you."
>You take the cloth from him, and wipe his cheek clean
"You... better be."
>You give him a smile
>But he's not havin' it
"I can't think straight, Appl- Ma'am."
>You get up to your hooves
"Things are gonna be different. I can't trust ya not to hurt yourself. So you... You're on 'my' leash, now."
>You can see the gears turning as he looks around the room
>He can't hide now
"It isn't fair..."
"I say it's fair, Anon. The past is gone. Yer future lies in my hooves."
>Your own gears are spinnin' pretty fast, commandeering this relationship so suddenly
>It's a difficult turn, but you gotta make it
>For him...
"Did ya hear me?"
"Yes I did, ma'am."
"So, tell me what you think."
>He sighs deeply... 
>Thinking. Knowing.
>He's not so lost anymore.
"I'm yours. And..."
>He looks at you, wanting something
"Yes?"
"I need to say your name for this. Just this once. I need to hear it."
>You nod, and wait...

"I love you, Applejack."

~End of Chapter 1~

~Start of Interlude~

>Cleaning up Anon's things didn't really take very long
>Turns out, there wasn't much here to begin with
>Everything he cared to take fit into a single suitcase
>It seemed you were both anxious to leave
>But the day seems to drag on and on
>Maybe it's your nerves
>Or your refusal to let your guard down yet
>You figured you could take the train and be back in Ponyville before sun-set
>So you fixed up one last meal with whatever food was left
>And the both of you sat down at the table
>Watching Anon trying to eat with his left-hand made you frown
"How's the splint I put on ya? Is it snug enough?"
"Yes, it is."
"Still hurts bad?"
>He takes a bite of food and shrugs
"At least it's not broken."
>You look at him, checking his face for resentment
>He notices, and smiles at you, warmly
>You find it odd just how composed he is
>A fractured arm... Everything bein' flipped upside down onto him
"There's a medicine-woman who brings a stock of goods into town every few weeks. We might luck out and find somethin' to deal with the pain. If not... Well I'll go find her and see what she's got."
>He shakes his head
"I imagine you're going to have a lot to do when you get home."
>You clear your throat
"When /we/ get home. And I don't really. Just some catching up. Not a lot to do on a farm until Winter is wrapped up."
"Yes... Well if there's nothing in town, then please, just don't worry about it. Mind over matter."
"I'll worry 'bout what I want to." You grumble
>He... did he just chuckle?
"And /by/ the way! You /are/ staying at Sweet Apple Acres. I'll tie you to somethin' if I have to."
>He's not so chuckly now.
>You decide to flex your position a bit
"Don't you, forget who's wearin' the collar now. Ya hear?"
>You try your best to muster a dominant tone
>You know you can do it
>A smile creeps back onto his face
"Yes, ma'am. Not too bad. Could use some work. You'll get the hang of it."
>You stuff a little too much food in your mouth.



>You finish up the meal...
>And both make one last appraisal of the place 
>Helpin' him get his jacket on
>Fixin' your good ol' hat on your head...
>It's time to go.
>Anon locks the door, carryin' his suitcase with his only good arm
>You head down the path towards the road
>But it doesn't take long before you realize...
" 'Non, you're limping?"
>He sighs with a frosty puff of breath
"My knee, it must be acting up again. I can make it."
>You continue along, but he can barely keep up with your easy pace
>Naw, nuh-uh.
"It's a long walk to the station. I hear your breath catchin' with pain."
>He doesn't say anything
"Drop the bag. I got'n idea."
>He obeys, but not without a groan
>You gallop over the snow, onto the path towards the barn
>Grabbing a bit of roap
>And hitchin' it to that ol' wheel-barrow

"Really?"
"Yes, really. Go on."
>You toss his suit-case in and wait patiently
>The look on his face...
>Reluctantly, he gets in
"There ya go, good boy."
>You grin as he cringes, his face flushed
"Please. Don't. I'm okay without you saying things like that."
>You stomp your hoof lightly into a patch of snow
"Ahh say what I want now, 'Non."
>You make-shift yourself a harness with the rope
>And you're off in true country style...



>It /is/ a long trot to the station...
>Plenty of room for your mind to start unpackin' things
>If it weren't for you bein' so tired, anyway...
>Anon sits quietly in the wheel-barrow
>Just enjoyin' the ride, I guess
>You look back and see him rubbin' his knee
>You can't help but imagine what must've happened
>Goin' out and gettin' into some tussle that night
>For you...
>Somepony must've given him a good kick.
"It's just something that happens. Old injuries can hurt again. Especially joints. Nothing to worry about."
>You blush.
>He must've read the concern on your face
"Oh, okay."
>Passing through Main Street, down the middle of Lowdown Town
>Ponies start to stare at you
>It don't matter none
>Soon you'll be outta here
>They must be glad to be gettin' rid of the 'human'
>And you'll be glad to be rid of these hoodlums
>In a place where Anon will be safe.

"Hey, 'Non?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
>Your brow twitches... 
>Are you ever gonna get used to that, now?
"You, uh... You feel alright, right?"
>He doesn't respond for a moment or two
"Yer not still thinkin' of dying, are ya?"
>Still quiet...
>But it's a long road.
>You just keep on
"Your property mustn't be damaged."
>You huff out a frosty breath
"Yer not just my 'property'..."
>More quiet.
"You understand how much you're worth to me, Anon?"
>...
"It must be a lot."
"Yes. So if it should happen someday that you're not, under 'obligation' anymore,"
>You sigh...
"I just don't want'a lose you."
>Guess he's not very talkative right now
>A long road, a long road...


"Departing from Lowdown Station, to Midway Valley!"

>The doors of the cabin closed
>The whistle blew
>And finally there was motion
"Lowdown to Midway, Midway to Ponyville. Should be an hour between both. We'll be home before supper!"
>You and Anon got cozy in your seats
>As the train started to move out, the car began to fill with the light murmur and banter of it's occupants
>Attendants moved up and down the isle, doin' their usual hospitality business
>It was all too calming...
>And before long, without thinkin' much about it
>You had layed your head in Anon's lap
"Tired, ma'am?"
>On cue, you let out a big yawn
"Been a long day... and we're not even half way through yet."
"Yeah..."
>You suddenly felt Anon's hand on your head, taking off your hat and smoothing out your mane
>Rubbing an ear...
"I wish it was different."
>You nuzzle his leg
"What ya mean?"
"This morning."
>That could mean two things...
"Tell me more."
>He looked out the window with a solemn gaze
"I've lost your trust."
"Not in a big way. I'm just concerned about ya, is all."
"Yes... For some reason, that defies logic. Escapes words. Love is so confusing, and I'm terribly confused."
>You smile and chuckle softly
"Feelin' confused means, you're on your way to understandin'. As long as you don't give up on tryin' to."
"I'm sorry."
"Ferget it, hon. You had your past tangled in your mind for so long, it's no wonder what happened this mornin'... But now that it's out. You've got a new leash on life. Yer a very lucky man."
"You mean 'lease'."
"Oh... right, yeah."


>He's thinking and talking about things, at least
>And his mind seems to have changed a bit
>You'll give him more slack, bit by bit
>Until you're sure he values his life again...
"Just forget it, 'Non, and we'll start sharin' happiness together again."
>He looks down at you with a smile
"Okay, ma'am."
>Your stomach growls...
>Apparently, Anon heard it
"Excuse me?"
>He raises his hand and waves down an attendant.
"Yes... *Ahem* Sir? Can I get you something?"
"That plate of apple slices, please."
>They make the exchange, and you blush profusely
"Anon..."
>He continues his petting again
>Your protests are cut short by a slice of apple...
>Ahh hay.
>You take the juicey thing into your mouth
>... nobody's ever fed you like this, before.
>Usually you're the one shovin' food in pony's mouths
>It might've turned you on, if ya weren't so tired...
>The steady, familiar rhythm of the train's sounds
>The vibrations as it sails down the tracks
>The murmur of ponies enjoying their ride, anticipating their destination...
>Ponyville
>Home...
>Anon...
>You decide to 'just rest your eyes' for a bit, and...
>zZz

~End of Interlude~

~Chapter 2~

>The train-wheels started screeching
>The steam-whistle blared
>Applejack's eyes shot open, and she pressed her nose to the window, yawning as her breath fogged the glass
>You helped Anon with his suit-case and stepped off the train
>Home... Home! Finally home!
>You couldn't wait to see the look in Apple Bloom's eyes...
>And your friends! And-

"APPLEJACK IS BAAAAAAAACK!"

>Here it comes.
"Duck, Anon."
>You hold your hat onto your head
>The pink blur comes flying out of nowhere and crashes into you
>Damn near squeezing the life out of you...
"Howdy Pinkie Pie!"
"Oh my gosh, I'm so happy you're back! You missed like, fifty thousand things! Like five Super-Stack Pancake Breakfasts at Twilight's castle... The 'Applejack is Coming Home Tomorrow' party... The after-party... the /before/-party... Well uhh, that's about it, actually."
>She gets up off of you and starts bouncing around you
>Bundled up in a scarf and a knitted winter cap, her nose nipped red by the cold
>She stops mid-air
"ANON!" She squeals...
>'Non is leaning against a lamp-pole, looking fairly uncomfortable
"Hello Pinkie..."
>These two never really got off very well when Anon first came here.
>That never stopped her from trying, though
>She's bouncing around him now, and you look on with pity
"ANON!" She shouts again. "I'm glad you came back, too! I didn't plan an 'Anon is Coming Back, Too' Party though, sorry! But hey! Maybe we can just have a Welcome Back party for the /both/ of you! Tonight maybe?"
>Anon's face is cold as the snow around him.
>You catch his jaw tensing as he grits his teeth
"Okay, not tonight, well how about tomorrow? Aw, who cares! Let's just enjoy APPLEJACK AND ANON being back! And I mean, what have you two been /up/ to this whole /month/?! Doing dirty naughty things that might come back to haunt you later on but you'll try your hardest to cover up anyway!?"
>You pull your hat down over your brow just a bit.
"Pinkie, please, keep your voice down."


"And no, that ain't it at all. A'course not."
>Pinkie Pie's grin just grows a bit wider
"Suuure, sure~"
"For goodness sake, I told ya before we left... Anon bought some farm-land, and needed help gettin' things started."
"Okay, okay, I believe you~!"
>You sigh and beckon for Anon to follow into town
>But Pinkie jolts over to you and shoves her nose into your rump
>Staring in wide-eyed curiosity at your cutie-mark
"But what's this?!"
"W- What's what..?"
>You notice a trace of anxiety in Anon's face
"That new thing on your cutie mark!"
>Oh, yeah... oh shit. Your brand.
"It's a human friendship thing."
" 'Cause it looks like a BRAND to me!"
"It's a friendship thing for humans, Pinkie. Perfectly normal, like, ya know... bracelets made outta flowers."
"Oooooh... Like the rock-candy necklaces we made?"
>You sigh in relief and give Pinkie an affirming smile
"Yes, exactly..."
>You nod to Anon again
>You hear Pinkie Pie inhaling...
"Can I get one?! Anon, we're FRIENDS right? I wanna do the friendship thing with you, too! Give me the 'Friendship thing', Anon!!"
>He picks up his suit-case and puts on the most charming - fake - smile he can
"Let's talk about it later. Applejack is tired. And I'm... Oh, ouch. My arm. Applejack, let's hurry and go find that medicine."
"Are you hurt?! Oh gosh!! I'll go ahead and tell Nurse Redheart you're coming!"
>It's gonna be a longer day than you ever thought...


>The look on Redheart's face was priceless
>Y'could tell just what she was gonna say next
>Or rather, what she might've said if she weren't a proper lady
"Painkilllers... Yes, we have some! You can have a bottle for free, no worries."
>She looks at Anon's arm, feigning diligence
"Yes... you did a good job with the splint, Applejack. It looks fine to me."
>She knits her brow and smiles nervously
"And, it's true... previous injuries to joints will hurt from time to time. I wish I knew more about human physiology. I might've been a better help, then! Hehe... Sorry. Oh! Please start with a low dosage... come back quick if there are any unpleasant side-effects, since it is- Well, y'know. Supposed to be, for 'ponies'."
>She sighs and looks back down to her notes with worry
"I don't suppose we'll be meeting another 'human'. But, if you're gonna stay in Ponyville, you should come by when you're feeling better so we can learn more about you. Even if it's just to take care of 'you' better."
>You think it over for a moment
"That might be a fine idea, Redheart. We'll see! Sorry fer throwin' you for such a loop this evenin'."
>Between Pinkie's enamored glaring, and Redheart's overtly curious glances...
>You were feelin' a tad uncomfortable
>You put on a courteous smile and stifled a yawn, beckoning to Anon
"Alright then, still more to do tonight. We'd better get goin'."