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>The big day has finally arrived. The auction of the century, something ten years in the making.
>The last of the pony royalty to be sold. The initial price was already one hundred million dollars, with a minimum bid of five million.
>The projected final price point was, of course, around five hundred million. The wealthier Actors, businessmen, Saudi Royalty—people from all walks of life were set up to bid
>So, of course, you were planning on showing up and ruining absolutely everything.
>You scroll upwards on your phone as your driver turns off the highway. Twilight Sparkle. Alicorn. Female. Intense magical prowess. You wonder briefly how they kept that in check, until you notice a subtle discoloration in her horn. Hm, must have filed the real one down and glued a fake one on. Surprisingly common maneuver for things like this.
>You stretch out in your car, yawning. The only question now is when to bid. Just at the final moment could be interesting, of course, but letting the poor girl suffer in agony... Well, you were going to cause her agony enough. You might as well have her tender.
>"We're here, sir."
>You sigh and step out of the car as your driver speeds away. You're going in through the back entrance, of course. You would rather avoid the media frenzy that is likely to follow if you enter from the front.
>You nod to the security guard as you open the steel door, stepping inside the concrete building. The Paris Auction house. You're rather insulted that they didn't have this in the New Orleans market, but you suppose that the French did have an eye for detail southerners lacked.
>Your shoes make almost no noise on the floor. That's what you get when you pay for quality craftsmanship. And they're damn comfortable too.
>The auction house is already filling up by the time you walk in. You wear sunglasses inside, but you're not the only one. No, there's plenty of people here who don't want to be known.
>Thirty minutes until auction time.
>You look over the crowd again. There's a few faces you know. Not many of them friendly, of course. The high-class slave market is quite competitive.
>You grab a glass of wine from a nearby server, taking a sip
>It's French wine, of course. Not nearly as good as the stuff from California, in your opinion. An opinion you might not share with most actual wine critics, but it's what you grew up on.
>Still, it's decent enough. Something to calm your nerves a bit.
>It's been quite a while since your last purchase. You're looking forward to having some new blood in your slave-house.
>"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to this very special auction."
>Ah, it's starting.
>You listen to the man's description, which matches the website exactly
>He does throw in a tiny detail with a crusty smile, however:
>"And we can confirm that she is, indeed, a virgin!"
>Your heart rate increases a bit
>This auction was almost ideal before, but now...
>Yeah. You're doing this first bid. You have to have her.
>They bring the trembling pony out onstage in chains
>She tries to keep a brave face, but the terror in her eyes is obvious
>Aw. It's adorable.
>"Prime condition. No scaring from capture. Turn around, now..."
>The pony does a little turn, showing off the side
>"All that time hiding out in the badlands has made her a little skinny, but it's nothing a good diet won't fix! Our physicians have verified that she is in peak condition."
>The pony turns around again, to face the crowd
>"Alright, then, folks. The bidding shall start at $100 million. You may write your bid on one of the provided cards. Raise it above, and I shall call the highest bid."
>You grab a card from a nearby table and scribble down your bid
>"Alright. Ready? The auction begins..."
>A gavel slams on a pedestal
>"Now!"
>You hold up your card
>"I see one oh five, I see one fifty, I see two hundred, I see—"
>The auctioneer's eyes land on yours
>"I see a jokester!"
>You take off your sunglasses, and he pales
>"O-Oh."
>He clears his throat
>"Seven hundred and fifty million."
>The room goes silent as everybody turns to face to you
>"God DAMMIT, Anonymous!"
>Ah, Ricardo
>You always hated that fucker
>You smirk in his direction
>"Well, if there are no more bids..."
>The gavel slams again
>"Sold!"
>You smile
>Easy.
>For a moment, you and your new property lock eyes
>Man, if looks could kill...
>Not to worry, though. You'll soften those eyes soon enough.
>They always soften in the end.
"My transport is already in the bay. Bring her there."
>You turn and walk away
>The crowd behind you murmurs
>"Well, there's the last we'll ever see of her."
>It's true.
>You never paraded your property out in public, like most other high-level slavers.
>You have your reasons, but the speculation... well, it's wild.
>A lot of people think you just kill them immediately.
>As if. If murder was your thing, you'd be a lot smarter to purchase a bunch of $75K maids or whores
>It would be more economical
>Well, let them think what they think.
>You don't give a rat's ass anyway. What matters is that Twilight Sparkle now belongs to you, not what other people think.
>You have big plans for her.
>You settle into the transport
>Not as comfortable as the sports car that bought you here, but that would be much too small to carry your new slave. And, of course, your current priority is her.
>She stands chained in front of you, looking at the floor.
"They replaced your horn."
>The words hit her like a physical blow. She shudders and the chains shake violently against the loops they're fastened to.
"Yes, I know. So any plans you had about threatening me aren't going to work."
>She doesn't respond.
>Hm. Hopefully this is more strong silence than submission.
>Submission would be... problematic.
"Do you know who I am?"
>No response
"Answer me."
>"Go to hell."
>Ah, that's more like it
"Oh, I undoubtedly will. You see, I am Anonymous. You know—of Nameless Portal Technology Holdings."
>Her face whips upwards, teeth grit
"Yep. I'm the one responsible for all this. Bridged our worlds and brought all that misery upon you. Of course, that was indirect. This is... Going to be less so."
>You turn over your shoulder, at the Plexiglas wall that separates you from your diver
"A bit of privacy, please. I was going to wait until back at home, but this is too delicious to resist."
>The wall goes dark instantly
>Twilight snarls and tries to lunge at you, but she's held back from her chains
"You have retained your maidenhood. I'm impressed. That's rather hard for... ponies out there."
>Your mouth starts to go dry, heart pounding in your chest
>"I don't intend to lose it."
>Her voice is low. Dangerous.
>Alluring.
"Hm. Honey, I don't think your intent matters."
>You glance over at the wall again
>Good
>You press a button on the wall and her chains unlock
>She looks down at them, mouth open. 
>Then she dives at you, pinning you to the chair
"I'd... appreciate it if you let me explain before killing me."
>"Talk. Fast."
"You aren't the only person out-of-world in this car. I'm Anonymous, but not the right one."
>Twilight tilts her head downwards, pointing her horn down at you
>Christ, this is tense
>It's also turning you on, which is pretty fucking awkward
>"You expect me to believe that?"
"I had you tied up in chains, completely defenseless, two seconds ago. At the very least you should believe I don't intend to harm you."
>"They talked about you."
>Her voice is barely audible
>"About the other slaves you purchased. About—about my friends."
>Her voice cracks there
>"None of them were ever seen again."
"They're alive."
>"Safe?"
"Not really."
>She grunts and jabs a hoof into you
>"What do you mean?"
"I've... I've only been here for three years, Twilight. I can prove that much. But that means that the other guy..."
>"No excuses. Tell me, right now."
>You exhale
"Post traumatic stress and all sorts of abuse issues for Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Dash is mostly okay, but he had a few of the Wonderbolts too, and a, uh, a thing for breeding. She's... She's a good mom, but, well..."
>You swallow
"Pinkie is my newest acquire. She, uh, didn't take well to the mental state of the others."
>Twilight is shaking again
>Probably with rage instead of fear this time
"I—I swear, that was not me. Not—not the me you're talking to, anyway."
>Twilight doesn't respond, keeping you pinned to the chair
>"You have thirty seconds to prove to me that you aren't lying."
"Here."
>You grab your phone and use your fingerprint to log in. The security camera app is where it normally is. Page one, bottom-right corner. You navigate to the slave den section and hold it up for her.
>Even though you were unable to select a camera (Twilight isn't letting you turn your head), the image on the screen is apparently enough
>She snatches the phone away from you and gazes at it, captivated.
>"Oh Celestia, Fluttershy—your wing. Oh Celestia, your wing. What did..."
>She swipes again, then covers her mouth with her hoof
>That must be Rarity's camera
>You had about the same reaction when you first saw this shit
>She swipes again
>"Dash—Dash. Pinkie. I..."
>Another swipe.
>You recline back in the leather seat. She hasn't killed you yet. So far, so good.
>You barely have time to exhale before she's on top of you again
>"You did that. You had to."
"I—Look, we've been over this!"
>"You really expect me to believe that?"
>Twilight takes a step onto the chair for better leverage
>In doing so, she brushes against your crotch
>Her eyes go wide in shock
>"Are... are you..."
"Yes, I am, I know! I can explain that too!"
>"You're—You're sick!"
"I know! L-look."
>You take a breath
"The world we're in is—it's like a version of my world but with everybody's bad qualities amplified. Not quite the evil universe stereotype, but it's a world where everything is just a dozen times worse. Or, at least, that's what I think it is. I don't know. Unlike my counterpart, I am not an award-winning scientist."
>"So..."
"So my bad qualities are a weird tendency to fantasize about other places and, uh, the shitload of weird kinks I have. Amplify that and you get a universe-hopping sex terrorist."
>Twilight blinks
"I know, I know. So he invented portal technology and, uh, you know what happened next."
>"And how did you get here?"
"He used his portal to get into our universe and then committed suicide."
>"What?"
"My universe, not ours. I—Okay. So one of my other really bad qualities is this, uh, weird desire to be loved by people without deserving it. So, when his slaves didn't eventually start loving him, it... drove him a bit nuts. Then he saw my world, where I was... You know, I was doing okay, I guess. I at least had friends. Which he didn't."
>You swallow
"So he shows up in my room one night. Crying and screaming about how he couldn't make them love him. Then he, uh, well... blew his fucking brains out."
>"You expect me to believe this nonsense?"
>You roll your eyes and grab your phone again, pressing your fingerprint to it once more
>You navigate to a folder in its media section. It's marked off with a lock, so you press your finger to it again.
>The folder opens, and you select the relevant video, then hand the phone to Twilight.
>It's not a very long clip
>You only thought to start recording near the end
>Twilight watches until just after he pulls the trigger.
>Not that there's much after that
>Your phone was covered in blood by that point
>"Okay. I... I will choose to believe this for now."
"Yeah. So I, well, I had a portal in front of me, and an alternate version of me had just finished rambling about being insanely rich but unhappy. So of course I decided to check it out. Then, once I got there and saw what he'd done, well."
>You swallow
"I had to try to fix it. Somehow."
>"Three years. That means all your friends..."
"Yeah, they all think it was me who blew my brains out. Probably. I haven't been back."
>"Hm."
>Twilight steps off you again.
>You glance down at your phone
>Fucking shit
>You're going to be at the airport in five minutes
"Okay. Look. You have to get those chains back on, like, right now."
>"Chains? I will not—"
"Yes you fucking will, because everybody thinks I am some kind of weird monstrous sex pervert and I cannot blow my cover."
>Twilight stamps a hoof
>"You're expecting me to be awfully trusting."
"There is literally no time to fucking argue about this. Chains. Now."
>Twilight takes a moment to look you in the eyes
>She squints. Then, mercifully, she steps back into the shackles.
>You press a button and they latch onto her again
"Okay. Try to look, uh, traumatized. I—Shit. Okay. Do you mind if I punch you in the face?"
>"What?"
>Twilight's voice is enough of a shout that you worry for a moment that your driver will hear her
"He thinks I was raping you and the other guy was known for violence, okay?"
>"This is—"
>You groan. Well, if she isn't going to cooperate willingly.
>You swing backwards, then drive your first forwards
>Right in the eye socket
>Twilight falls to the ground, mouth open in shock
"Sorry. Also, uh, try to salivate a lot. Like... Like get it all over your face."
>"S-Salivate?"
"So it looks like you just got done performing fellatio on me."
>Twilight shakes her head
>"I will not do that."
"Okay, fine, whatever. Now, look traumatized."
>You take a moment to adjust your tie.
>Big mansions. Gold bars. Science. Rape.
>Now back in character, you press the button on the wall once again, turning off the privacy section.
"We are near the airport, yes?"
>"Half a mile away, sir."
"Good. I trust everything is safe to transport her with me?"
>"Yes, sir."
"Even better."
>The entire process of loading the plane takes about an hour
>You're so terrified throughout most of it that you barely notice what's going on
>Twilight fucking Sparkle
>The complete set
>All six
>If this plan actually works...
>Eventually, you find yourself sitting on the plane.
>You set out a bottle of wine and pour yourself a glass. Twilight stands chained a few feet in front of you
"Want a drink?"
>"Water. If—if possible."
>You nod and reach into a fridge, pulling out a bottle
"Spring water. That stuff is ten dollars a bottle. Tastes good, though. Or—expensive, at least."
>Twilight struggles to lift it with her mangled horn
>Even so, she manages to lift it to her mouth and drink
>She chugs the whole thing in one go, tossing it aside. She then glances down at her chains.
>"Can you let me out of these?"
>You press a button on your chair and they unhinge instantly. From what you could gather, the other guy made them like that so he could play with his pets easier on trips. Most other transport planes kept the slave in constant bondage, for obvious reasons.
>"The others. Celestia, Luna. S-Shining. What about them?"
>Fuck
>You were hoping she wasn't going to ask that
>"They're, uh... Somebody else's property. This guy Ricardo."
>"Ricardo?"
"Yeah. He's, uh, probably the worst fucking human being I have ever had the misfortune of interacting with. Extremely wealthy, though. Unfortunately, other me didn't really care for alicorns, so they wound up in his hands."
>"And? Are they alive?"
"Yeah. They're... they're alive."
>Twilight's face falls
>"Your tone of voice makes it obvious that something horrible has happened to them. Can you cut to the chase?"
"He brings them out in public a lot. Dresses them up real nice. Takes them to operas and charity dinners, that sort of thing. Even Shining."
>"That... doesn't sound so bad."
"Well, I've actually talked to them. Me and Ricardo bump elbows fairly often, even though I try to avoid it."
>You swallow again
"He's a breeder. So... They're, uh—I'm not going to get into the details. But the stuff the other me did with Dash is, uh, well, that's smalltime compared to this."
>Twilight bites her lip
>"I—is there anything you can do?"
"I've tried. He won't sell them to me. The guy hates me because I cut all contact with him. Real me, not other me. Other me was using him for tips on, uh, the stuff with Dash, and promised him the foals. A promise I went back on, of course, because it was fucking horrible. He didn't see it that way."
>Twilight sits down
>"H-how did my brother react?"
"Shining? He's the primary broodstallion. Strong muscles, good genetics. It was obvious, really. I suppose that's the best outcome for him, really—at least he can make sure he doesn't hurt them. I mean, I do think they're all treated fairly well, I just... something about it doesn't sit right with me, you know? Treating them like cattle. It's almost worse that he treats them well, because I know he's just doing it to keep the value of the offspring."
>Twilight closes her eyes
>"At least they're okay. B-Better than Fluttershy."
"Yeah. Even if that isn't saying much..."
"I just... Okay. How are you feeling?"
>"What?"
>Twilight tilts her head in the same way you've seen dozens of puppies do. She's just as cute, too. With the big eyes and the little collar.
>...Right. The collar.
"I asked how you're feeling. Because, uh, I have... I've been pretending to be this horrible, terrible person for three years. And I haven't had anybody to talk to. Dash, sometimes. Spitefire. But they—they went through a lot. They both have kids to look after. So that was...."
>The glass of wine catches your eye. Yes, that will help. You down it all in one go.
>"Are you okay?"
"No."
>You pour yourself another glass, hands shaking.
"I'm better than your friends. I've suffered, far, far less trauma. But I'm still not okay. So... Do you mind if I yell for a bit?"
>"Yell?"
"Yes. Yell. This room is completely soundproof. I often yell in here, actually. But mostly that's just to myself, and it doesn't have the same feeling, you know? I mean—that other guy went to an entire other universe to have somebody to yell at. Not that I was the target of his yelling. I was just somebody to—absorb emotion, I guess."
>You take a pause to drink the glass of wine
"And right now I could use somebody to absorb some emotion. But you've been through a lot, so—"
>Twilight holds up a hoof
>"I was mentally preparing myself to be forcibly deflowered up until several minutes ago. I don't think that yelling is going to effect me much."
"Alright. Uh, just, stop me if you need to."
>You take a deep breath
"I fucking hate this. I hate it. Like—Okay. So this is, this is a lot of really, really complex feelings here. So just—first off, this world isn't—a lot of this stuff isn't entirely unpleasant to me. There's—"
>You pause for a moment
>No, that's not right
"Okay, step back. Everything here is unpleasant. It's horrible. But this guy is still me, just worse. So every fucking thing he does is something I like, but taken to a level where I hate it. And, uh, fair warning, some of this is going to be sexual."
>Twilight shrugs
>"I guessed that, from how, er, 'excited' you were earlier."
"Yeah. Okay, cool. Great. So we're on the same page. Awesome."
>You take another breath
"So I'm like a sex weirdo. I have fetishes that are a bit extreme. And this guy has those too, and he puts them into practice, and it's horrifying. The shit with Fluttershy? That's bondage–something I enjoy—taken to this level where it's so fucking horrifying that I want to throw up. I think that impregnation shit is hot, and this other guy decides to forcibly breed sentient beings. Rarity is mentally fucked up because that guy forced her to act like a pet, and beat the fucking SHIT out of her when she was bad. I happen to like that kind of thing in moderation and with consenting partners. All the shit he did is just a worse version of stuff I'm into. That's the only reason I didn't fucking flee back to my own world immediately. I had to stay and prove to myself that I wasn't this guy. That I was—that I was a GOOD person, and he was the BAD one."
>You notice that Twilight is sitting on the floor, resting a head on a hoof
>Studying you
>Well, fuck it, let her
>Maybe she'll be able to find out something useful, because you sure as hell haven't
"But—but beyond just me. I HATE this place. I hate every stupid motherfucker in it. I hate them. I tried—I tried to find good, but—"
>You run out of air and take a breath
"That auction they sold you at was TELEVISED, and he advertised your virginity. Fucking TELEVISED, and they aren't even PRETENDING. Every single motherfucker here is just—just totally okay with this shit. And I hate it. I can't—I HATE it."
>You take another breath
"There's something just so—I hate that shit. I mean, if you're killing people, you're at least acknowledging that they might be a threat, right? You respect them at least a little bit. But that—just treating them like property. God. That's the most evil shit you can do."
>You stand up
"So—So just—Okay."
>You feel the anger slowly melting out of you
>Yeah, okay
>You're starting to calm down
>Or maybe that's the alcohol
>Whatever
>"I... understand your anger."
>Twilight's voice is quieter than before
>"I spent ten years out there. Listening to reports. It was sickening, but I held on. Held out hope. When I was captured, I... Well, it was hard to feel anything but terrified, I suppose. Then you bought me."
>She looks up
>"I guess this is about the best I could ask for. So... thanks. For being a decent creature."
"Anytime."
>You look out the window