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>You listen to the rain hitting the pavement, reminiscing of your old job.
>You are Sprinkle Medley, a pegasus who used to work the weather.
>’Used to’ is the key phrase.
>That was before you left Equestria.
>Before everypony did.
>Not that anypony wanted to.
>Rattling the chain attached to your collar and flexing your restrained wings only serve to reinforce that fact.
>You don't know why they came, only that they did.
>They dragged most of the ponies you knew from their homes, screaming and crying.
>Not that you were any better.
>You probably cried more than some of the foals.
>You 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 cried sometimes.
>Quiet sobs echoing through your cage.
>Waiting in the kennel was unbearable.
>You'd only been here a few weeks but had heard the stories.
>The other ponies would whisper them at night.
>If you weren't sold to a human, you'd never been seen again.
>Nobody knew what happened to those ponies.
>That didn't stop some of the others from theorizing.
>Some thought you were simply transferred to another kennel.
>The few said they were just being shipped to humans who lived far away.
>The unknown fate of the of those ponies was terrifying.
>Despite that, most would rather disappear.
>There was only one pony in the kennel when you all first arrived.
>Lyrica Lilac.
>She told stories.
>She told stories of those who had abducted you.
>The 'Humans'.
>Her stories were horrible.
>So bad that you couldn't sit through most of them.
>Those stories were the reason you still cried.
>Humans forcing themselves on ponies.
>Humans working ponies to death.
>Humans whipping ponies.
>Humans beating ponies.
>The stories went on and on.
>Eventually you all woke up one morning to find her gone.
>Nopony knew where she went but nopony had forgotten her.
>So you all waited.
>Waited to be picked up and face abuse.
>Waited to disappear and face the unknown.
>You wanted to disappear.
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>You were eating your hay when he arrived.
>He stumbled in, led by the kennel's owner.
>"Sooo, what do you got here?"
>He spun around and allowed a quick glimpse of his crimson face.
>The owner placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
>"Anon. Stop. Anon, you're drunk."
>They stepped out your range of vision, a crash ringing out.
>"Anon! Don't fucking damage the merchandise!"
>The owner's shout echoes in your ears.
>He must have hit a pony!
>That's what the crash was.
>The owner only ever called everypony merchandise and he said that this human damaged the merchandise.
>As the sound of shuffling hooves and rattling chains fill the room, you shrink into the back of your cage.
>The two humans shuffle around, presumably staring at each pony.
>"How about this one? She's cute."
>You hear a hiccup come from their direction, but otherwise the room is silent.
>"Nah. She's a little baby horse. I don't want to get a baby horse."
>Their footsteps begin to draw closer.
>"Well, I keep the mares over here."
>Your breathing begins to speed up.
>Their small talk gets closer and closer.
>The hiccuping sounds like it's only a few feet away.
>"I was thinking, maybe one with wings? They always look cute. Like little birdies."
>Your breaths become more and more rapid.
>A cute mare?
>He must be looking for a bed slave.
>B-but you're a pegasus mare!
>You can't get chosen.
>You've never even been with a stallion, let alone...
>You try to push those thoughts out of your mind.
>"I think you mean a pegasus."
>You try to calm down, but they keep getting closer.
>"Wait. Shut up, Goldberg."
>Their footsteps stop.
>But you can't stop hyperventilating, your worst nightmares replaying through your head.
>"Anon, I'm not talking"
>"I get that. What's that sound?"
>The footsteps move closer.
>You give up on trying to be calm, squishing yourself as far into the cage as you can.
>"I dunno sounds like one of the mares' freaking out."
>You close your eyes, unwilling to tempt fate.
>"Give me the keys, I wanna see this one."
>You hear the rattling of keys.
>Please.
>"You sure? She's pretty spooked."
>Please.
>"Yeah, yeah. I'm greeaat with animals, Goldie."
>You hear fiddling with the lock.
>Pl-
>You hear and feel your chain being unlocked.
>You feel a hand on your flank.
>You freeze in terror.
>You stop shaking, stop breathing.
>You feel yourself being pulled out, picked up.
>The warmth of hairy arms contrasts with their normal environment of cold metal.
>You feel yourself begin to slip away, hyperventilation and now the holding of your breath beginning to take its toll.
>In the distance you hear a voice.
>"She won't look at me?"
>You feel something make contact with your nose, shocking back into reality.
>Air fills your lungs, a welcome reunion.
>You stare up into the face of your oppressor.
>He smiles, practically a spotlight glaring down upon you.
>Unable to maintain your nerve, you break away.
>"So how much will she set me back?"
>You heard him damage the merchandise before.
>You don't want to get hit.
>Tears slowly begin dripping onto the floor, your sobs silent.
>"Well, let me talk to her first."
>The owner sets you down on the floor.
>"But wait, is she-"
>He practically shoves Anon into the front of the shop, cutting him off.
>When he turns around, you stare at the floor.
>He doesn't like it when you look him in the eyes.
>You're still crying anyway.
>He doesn't like that.
>When he gets close enough, he pulls your head up by your mane.
>"You better not fuck this up."
>His beady eyes stare directly into your tear-filled ones.
>"Stop crying and put on a smile, got it?"
"Y-yes."
>He straightens his tie and glances at you for a second.
>"Yes, what?"
>The anger in his voice is barely restrained.
>You suck it up, wiping away your tears with a wing.
"Yes, master."
>"Good, good, good. Let's not keep Anon waiting."
>He hooks a fabric leash to your collar and walks you through to the front.
>You're in a daze, all the old stories running through your head.
>"You sure you're good to drive home, Anon?"
>You just need to be strong.
>"Yeah, yeah. I live five minutes away. You get the payment?"
>The register makes a few odd noises.
>"Yep. That all you need?"
>The owner hands your leash to Anon.
>Just don't cry.
>Anon, your new owner, makes an odd waving motion with one hand.
>"Got any of those little collar making machines?"
>Don't speak unless spoken to.
>Your old owner points to a big machine in the corner.
>"Just be sure to use cash, card reader's been fucked for a while."
>And remember to smile.
>You feel your leash begin to tug at your neck as your master heads over to the machine.
>You hear a few beeps and can't help but glance up at the machine.
>"What's your name? Goldie didn't tell me?"
>He's still staring at the screen.
>Could he be talking to you?
>He hiccups and turns to meet your gaze.
>"Look, I just want to know what your name is."
>This must be a test.
>You know that some humans like to rename their ponies, he must be looking for you to mess up.
"I-I'm whatever you want to call me, Master."
>You end it with a genuine smile.
>You won't fall for these games.
>He hiccups again and slams his head into the machine.
>"First."
>He raises a finger, his head still pressed against the machine.
>"I'm too goddamn drunk to do this. What name were you born with?"
>"Second."
>He raises a second finger on the same hand.
>"I'm not 'master'. Call me whatever you want, as long as it isn't late for dinner."
>He laughs hysterically at that for at least a minute.
>After catching his breath, he pushes his head off the machine.
>"Okay, that joke obviously doesn't transcend culture. So, what's your name?"
>He stares at you, waiting for an answer.
>You break away from his gaze before responding.
"S-Sprinkle Medley, S-Sir."
>You just can't look him in the eyes.
>Staring at the floor, all you can hear is a series of beeps and the grinding of gears.
>"Look up at me for a second."
>So he's still looking for a reason to beat you.
>At least he's looking for a reason.
>That way you might have a chance.
>Trying not hesitate any longer, you look up at him.
>Not his eyes.
>You can't look at those.
>You stare at his rosy cheeks as he clips something to the lower loop on your collar.
>He pulls on it, forcing you to lean down as he fiddles with it.
>He tries to pull it away from your collar, to no avail.
>"I guess you can't see it then. It says 'Sprinkle Medley'."
>It most certainly doesn't.
>He's probably got something horrible printed on there.
"T-Thank you, M-Master"
>You still can't seem to talk right.
>Lyrica's stories just keep going through your head.
>He brings his palm to his face and sighs.
>"We're gonna go now."
>He starts walking again, but this time you know better than to get dragged along.
>You follow right alongside him.
>Say what you want, but you're a fast learner.
>He walks up to his car and opens two of the doors.
>He turns towards you and you look away.
>Something about that gaze just unsettles you.
>Yeah, that's it.
>You aren't scared.
>Humans are just unsettling.
>That's it.
>You just can't help yourself.
>He hiccups again, steadying himself against the car.
>"Just hop in the back, I only live a few minutes from here"
>Looks like this is the last you'll ever see of the kennel.
>You want to glance back at it, but fear that would invite him to punish you.
"Y-Yes, master"
>He sighs as you both climb into the car.
>"You okay beck there? I dunno if ponies can use seat belts or not."
>Looks like he's changed tactics.
>Now he's trying to earn your sympathy.
>Lyrica told you about this.
"Yes, m-master. I'm fine."
>She said they liked to make you feel comfortable before abusing you.
>She said that that made it worse when they did go through with it.
>So you just won't play this game.
>"Oooooookay, then."
>He turns away from you, starting the car.
>As he pulls away from the kennel, you steal one last glance.
>You won't miss it.
>Still, that doesn't stop you from worrying about everypony else.
>The car turns, the kennel disappearing from your view.
>You just need to be strong.
>As you bounce around the car, lacking a seat belt, you try not to cry.
>It's made harder by the fact that your master keeps swerving around and making sharp turns.
>Every time he does that, you're slammed into the door.
>He doesn't even notice, so you just suffer in silence.
>You don't want to bring any attention to it, for fear of what consequences complaining could bring.
>Luckily he wasn't lying about how close he lived.
>After a few minutes, you pull into a cracked and grassy driveway.
>Suddenly, the lights in the car go out.
>You can't see anything, but you hear a car door open.
>Is he going to leave you in the car?
>You back into the door, your eyes still unadjusted to the darkness.
>Still backing up, you hear the opening of the door.
>For a second there's no seat beneath you.
>No ground either.
>Then that second is over.
>"Got ya"
>You recognize the limbs wrapping around your barrel as your master's.
>Guess he didn't want you hurting yourself when he could do that himself.
"T-Thank you, master."
>You wouldn't want to be beaten for something as simple as not thanking him.
>"No problemo."
>You feel him start to move.
>You know better than to struggle.
>"So can you see in the dark? You backed right out of the car there."
>He can see?
"My s-sight hasn't adjusted, m-master."
>"Hmm"
>He hiccups, probably storing that info for later use against you.
>"I guess humans adjust faster."
>Your eyesight finally begins to return, a brown door forming before you.
>He puts you down and attempts to unlock the door.
>He uses both hands to do it, missing the lock several times.
>While he continues to miss, you stare across the weed-ridden lawn.
>Could you escape?
>He's too busy fumbling with the lock to hold onto your leash.
>Maybe you could.
>You carefully raise one hoof off the stoop.
>Then you're suddenly dragged backwards, into the house.
>You gasp, your breath returning once you're inside.
>It was only a matter of time before it truly began.
>He closes the door, dashing your hopes at escape.
>"You don't want to be outside at night. S'not a good neighborhood."
>Of course that's what he wants you to think.
>That way you would never try to escape.
"Y-Yes, master. I'll k-keep that in mind."
>He flicks at a switch, blinding you.
>You try to cover your eyes with your wings, but they're still belted down.
>"Aw shit. Sorry about that, Medley."
>The light goes away, but you can't see again.
>This must be how it starts.
>Little 'accidents'
>It's only going to get worse from here.
>You feel tears begin to prick at corners of your eyes.
>No. 
>You must stay strong.
>Crying will only encourage him.
>He must want you blind for what's coming next.
>Oblivious to your struggles, your master begins to tug on your leash.
>"C'mon. I'll guide you."
>Is he going to bring you down into some dungeon?
>You walk forward, following the pull of the leash.
>Are you going to have to sleep in the backyard?
>You stop for a moment and hear a door being unlocked.
>As you torture yourself worrying, your vision starts to return.
>You almost wish it hadn't.
>A queen size bed takes up the majority of your vision.
>The rest of your vision is taken up by your undressing master.
>He strips down to his undergarment and then turns back to you.
>It has only been a day.
>He grabs you by the barrel.
>You're paralyzed with fear.
>"Up you go!"
>It's too soon.
>He hiccups before setting you down on the bed.
>You weren't ready for this.
>He slides in next to you.
>You haven't been with a stallion yet.
>The covers are pulled over the both of you.
>Why couldn't he just beat you?
>He pulls you close to his chest.
>You prepare yourself for what comes next.
>He leans in close to your ear.
>You're ready.
>"Good night, Medley."