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>Shit, this was legit?
>You'd come down here out of curiousity, had fuck all else to do
>But no, there was a small auction on, selling 'Intelligent' ponies
>You could have sworn those pictures were shopped
>Guess you'll find out
>It was kept all hushed and directions were posted with no direct location specified
>After all, fucking RSPCA and the police would have a field day with this
>You look up at the makeshift stand some guy resides on
>He's a skinny fellow, wearing a massive coat
>It is pretty fucking cold, you note, tucking your hands into your own pockets
>As you get closer, the crowd seems to grow, but there's likely not more than 30 people here
>They give you looks between eyeing the guy up front and the really large box behind him
>It's like an industrial crate for wild zoo animals
>If these ponies are anything like they were described
>'Sentient, and they speak English!'
>Well, ponies talking was interesting, to say the least
>If you couldn't afford one then at least you came, saw, and were awed
>The guy hushes everyone that's speaking
>"Alright, gents! I say gents 'cos I don't see no ladies here!"
>There's a laugh throughout the crowd
>You're not too surprised there's only dudes
>All the ponies were female, apparently
>"As I specified online, I came across these beauties by chance, and everyone here knows this is a very special oppurtunity."
>"I trust you all have ways to get your purchases home without being noticed. If not, I do have a car, and can assist for a little extra cash."
>Seems fair enough, dude is gonna make a fortune
>"Due to the... rare nature, of this situation, each pony will start at a bid of £400 or more, at the minimum. Each one varies in price for reasons that will be stated."
>"If anyone has any complaints, well, tough luck. It is what it is."
>Fuck, that's almost as much as you brought with you
>You have more in savings, but you really don't wanna dip into that
>"Now, to bring you the merchandise!"
>Moment of truth, you suppose
>The seller moves back towards the crate, yanking it open and letting the cover fall to the stand floor
>"Come on out, me lovelies!"
>You can hear the heavy scrape of metal from chains
>You audibly mutter a 'woah', upon seeing multicoloured ponies walking out from the confines of the box
>Hell, there are Unicorns!
>The chatter goes up immediately as they form a neat line, facing everyone
>Again, the seller hushes everyone
>"Now, now, shush yourselves, I know this is pretty cool an' all, but we can't start if you're all talking."
>Everyone does indeed quiet down after that
>"So, we have eight of these ponies, all different, all at an understanding, as it were."
>"When I posted about them, I'd had them for a good month. Aint done nothing bad to 'em, just... told them how it was."
>"So they should be well behaved for you!"
>You had no doubts that most of these ponies were in for a bad time
>Sans.mp4
>That being said, you thought the idea of owning a slave was neat
>You're not a massive arsehole, you'd like to think
>You're weird, definitely, but you don't treat others like shit unless they do it to you
>You wouldn't be a cunt to these cute little horses
>If you bought one, that is
>They're a range of colours, which is the most absurd part, really
>The guy did say they were bright colours but you didn't believe it until now
>Shit, one's even wearing a hat
>That one was orange, the others were... purple, blue, pink, white, yellow, grey, and... also grey.
>You like the grey ones, easy on your eyes
>Although they both look pretty bored
>One of them has their eyes going in opposite directions
>The other is just... bored. She looks as if she's been watching rocks grow or something
>The other 6 are fairly close together
>They seem too exhausted to do anything, especially seeing the shackles around their hooves
>The two winged ones: Pegasuses? Pegasi?
>Their wings are bound
>The Unicorns horns aren't covered though
>That worries you
>You've watched Thundercats, you know Unicorns got some dank magic skills
>Then again, maybe it's just for show, like Narwhals
>Still, the seller did say he'd sorted them out
>And now you look, you see he has a... cattle prod?
>You think it is, it's hooked on his belt
>"We'll start with the least expensive. This one with the rainbow coloured mane."
>"She's... spirited. I'll tell you now, these ponies have a lot of energy."
>"For some reason, don't ask me why; they get extremely tired when you give them most types of paracetamol."
>"Means this one won't be able to fly away if you unbind her wings, which you want to do, otherwise they'll get damaged."
>You nod, birds constantly preen their wings to keep things in order, and to keep them clean
>This one didn't look too pleasing, that mane was a tad silly, and her expression was dark
>Well, she is being sold...
>How the hell does a pony even have hair like that, anyway?
>"As I say, we'll start at the minimum of £400. Bids will always increase by £20 or higher."
>"Do I hear £400?"
>You watch as several hands motion or people call out their bids
>The other ponies are quite distraught, save for the two grey ones
>You're not sure but you're very certain some of these guys want to use these ponies for sex
>It's sad, but, you find for some reason that you're not that upset by it
>You are here to buy a pony slave for yoursef after all
>...Not for the sex, a pony slave is just... interesting
>Lost in your thoughts, you barely manage to notice the winning bid, £640
>Not too high, but either way, the seller is pleased
>Certainly more than you'd get for a Pedigree breed of dog
>The seller picks up something from next to the crate
>A chain collar
>You wonder just how prepared he was for this
>He attaches it around the pony's neck and hands the end to the buyer
>Damn, you feel for the blue pony
>This fucker is a right fedora-tipper; he's obese, has shitty facial hair all over, acne, and is actually wearing a fedora
>The shackles are undone and she's set to go
>Fat fuck yanks on the chain as she looks back towards the others
>Shit, she's crying, she says something but it comes out strangled from the collar
>Off she goes...
>The seller brings up the white one next, her coat is a off-shade of white, likely needing a bath
>You're still focused on the blue one being lead away as she protests
>She disappears around the corner, almost immediately you hear a car start up
>You turn back to the next auction, a small pang in your chest
>"Ah, now gents, this one truly is unique, even with their unique nature."
>"Very elegant, this one, graceful. I noticed as she was with me, that she only ate certain things or slept in certain conditions."
>"Of course, I helped her to understand that she can't always get a nice place to sleep, so she will be quite obedient."
>The pony huffs
>Literally scoffs and looks offended
>Damn, sentient creatures indeed
>"She does tend to run her mouth a little, when she does speak, so a firm hand and she'll play nicely, eh boys?"
>A few laughs from the crowd
>She is much more dolled up than the others, so she's likely going to be brought for sex
>"As she is much more delicate and... usable, her price starts at a modest £600."
>There's an immediate bid for £700, followed by a few other hands
>You wait patiently, not really sure on which pony you'd like
>This prissy type of pony isn't your style, you're not a neat person
>You don't want the whiny type of slave that just complains every five seconds
>Damn, do you even hear yourself?
>The purple one meets your eyes as you look over the group
>She looks away, but you stop a moment
>She has a horn AND wings
>The fuck is that? She's not a Unicorn or Pegasus...
>Unisus? Pegacorn?
>Huh, well, she looks nice... But she's likely going to be pricey with that combo she has
>"No, please! Girls!"
>You look at the white pony
>That was her voice
>It was very... posh
>Her makeup runs as she cries, the collar going on
>"Leave me alone, you brutes!"
>...Definitely posh
>Her voice is almost grating
>A sharp pull on the chain connected to the collar and she stops for a moment
>The seller pulls the prod from his belt
>"Be quiet now, me lovely. You've been bought, so go along nicely."
>The buyer is a very lean guy, wearing a thick hoody and some massive glasses, he tugs on the chain, not speaking, but gesturing awkwardly
>The white pony eyes the prod, and looks between the buyer and the other ponies
>"I... I-I'll go..."
>She hesitantly does move towards the thin buyer
>"I will miss you, ladies."
>They're all crying as well, their responses all cancelling the others out, barely heard over the crowd talking
>The seller ushers them away as he eagerly brings up a smaller yellow pony
>She shrinks under the gaze of the crowd
>"Next up, we have this little one. There's not a great deal I can tell you though."
"She's extremely quiet, shy, and does as she's told. She's the perfect slave. ...Or toy."
>She whimpers at that remark
>"As she's so good, she'll start at the same price as the last one. £600."
>"I can only hope she goes for the same amount, ha. Certainly wouldn't mind another grand."
>Damn, the white one went for a grand? Just how much cash have people brought with them?
>The bids come, albeit, a bit less now people know the average price these ponies come to
>This one passes fairly fast, the bids are quick, apparently the prospect of a perfectly obedient slave is widely prefered
>Wait, that's a point
>Then again, shit, you'd have to dip into your savings just to meet the minimum bid, and it was already at just gone £700
>Before you could blink it had gone to £900
>And it finished on £1,280
>Fuck, that was a lot of money for a small pony
>The buyer in question looked rich as fuck anyway
>Fucker was wearing a damn suit
>At least, he looked nice? Maybe she'd have it easy, not like those other two, they were going to be used so much, and not to clean
>The yellow pony cries softly as she's led away, if she's saying her goodbyes, you don't hear them
>But she obeys as her buyer leads her along
>She simply looks at the ground as she goes
>Guy probably doesn't even need to 'break' her, one mean look and she'd likely do whatever was asked
>"Well, this day is going better than I'd hoped for."
>No shit, you've made a good 3k already, mate
>"We'll take this grey one, next."
>He brings up the one with strange eyes
>She blinks but doesn't speak, looking around as if to assess the situation
>"Not too bright, this one, but very friendly. I'm not too sure on just how useful as a slave, or toy, she might be, so she's on discount, as it were."
>"Her bid starts at £200."
>Well, that was in your price range
>But... she doesn't look like she'd be a good slave... hell she doesn't look capable of posting off a letter, let alone cleaning some dishes
>She can't be that smart if she hasn't flown away, her wings aren't even bound
>Poor thing, you bet she doesn't really know what's going on
>Well, you might not want her much, but you'll try to get her anyway
>"Alright! Going once!"
>Wait what?
>Shit, you got lost in your thoughts again
>What was the bid at??
"£400!"
>You shout it, and he looks to you
>"Ah, £400! Well, I can't say I didn't expect this to go too high."
>You have the highest bid now? Huh, guess no one wants her
>"500!"
>...Welp, maybe they do
>"A new high bidder! Resting at 500!"
>That went fast...
>Should you dip into savings?
>Eh... maybe
>"Sold! For 500!"
>Oh
>Well shit, nevermind
>The buyer is a very chipper young lad, all smiles
>He gently pats the grey horse, even feeds her a sugarcube
>He beckons for her to follow and she does
>Didn't even need a collar
>"Derpy, no..."
>You turn, that came from the pink one
>She sounds so... deflated
>Well, she would be
>You like her mane though, dark pink and perfectly straight, matches her coat
>"Next up, gents, we have this... interesting pony."
>"She don't speak a lot. Not a lot of emotion, but she does as she's told, which is good!"
>He roughly pokes her in the side, and she doesn't even flinch, just keeps staring forwards
>"Ow."
>Fuck, that was so... lifeless
>Her voice is monotone as fuck
>"See what I mean?"
>"But she's good. She likes to collect rocks too, I noticed. Always good to have a hobby, eh?"
>"Because of her... different, nature, she'll start at the minimum. Do I hear £400?"
>She looks very proper. She's the only one actually wearing clothing besides the hat the orange one has
>You suppose you could try for this one
"400!"
>"We have our starting bid! Do I hear 420?"
>Blaze it
>"£460!"
>Shit, that was from the dude to the right
>He looks fairly rich judging by how he's dressed
>You'll dip into savings you guess, this one looks to be a good slave
"500!"
>"600!"
>Shit, already?
>Well, nothing ventured...
"620!"
>"700!"
>...Nothing gained. Fuck
>You're definitely out there
>The bid finally comes to £800
>The pink one tries to move over to the sold horse, but her shackles stop her
>She reaches towards the other, the other reaches back
>It's quite upsetting, they must know each other
>The snap of the collar around the grey ones neck seems to bring her out of her daze for a moment
>She looks at the chain and back to the pink horse
>A tear or two fall down her face as she gets turned around by her new owner
>Dude looks like a businessman, probably thinks this pony is neat and organised
>As it stands, only 3 ponies remain
>The Pegacorn, the pink emo, and the cowboy
>Well, cowgirl, that is, if the hat is anything to go by
>"We're almost done, my friends. But we'll save the best for last."
>"You notice how this one has both wings and a horn? She's exotic. Her bid is very high to start, so she'll be sold at the end."
>"We'll go with this pretty pink one."
>"She's changed a little since I came to find her. Her hairstyle is different, but she's still hard working."
"She's slow to do things, currently, but she gets the job done."
"I gave her quite the dose of paracetamol as she was extremely energetic, you can try using less, but I wouldn't recommend it."
>"She makes jokes sometimes, but it seems to be rare now, also has a bit of a sweettooth."
>"I'll start her off at £400."
>She's cute, and a slow slave is still a working slave
>You put in your bid for £400 again, but are outbid almost instantly
>Upping it to £500 serves only to increase others bids as well
>You're just not having much luck
>But there are two guys really fighting over this one
>The bid increases upto 1.3k, more than the yellow one made
>Again, it surprises you just how much cash folk took with them
>Either you're a massive poorfag or people are too damn rich for their own good
>It's crazy, but it ends on £1,500
>The winning bidder cheers as he wins it, as well
>Much to the pink ones dismay
>At least he doesn't look like a cunt
>Fairly average dude, really
>But rich, if he can just spend a grand and a half on a slave
>The collar goes on, and the horse is so downcast that she doesn't even look back on the other two as she goes
>But anyway, that aside, only one horse remains
>Well, one that you might be able to get, that is
>The crowd is thin now, people either got bored or left as the pony they liked got bought
>You reckon most people were here for the white one as she was the most 'elegant' one, perfect for a sex slave
>The small yellow one, too, she was really promising, but that ship sailed before you could blink
>"This next one before the end is a good pick. Again, she might be trouble if you dont give her a steady dose of paracetamol, but she's a hard worker. A good, firm hand, and she'll do as you say."
>"She's strong for a pony, able to lift a lot, if you need a slave for manual labour."
>The orange pony did look tired
>Her blonde mane was unkempt, falling free of its ponytail
>Heh, pony with a ponytail
>All those freckles were cute as well
>If she wasn't expensive, you'd buy her
>"I'll start the bid at £600. She's a keeper, this one."
>Shit, you're gonna go home ponyless
>You wait
>...But a bid doesn't come
>Do people not like her?
>"Come now, gents; she's a hard worker, she'll do all you need!"
>Still nothing, but eventually someone speaks up
>"I got £200!"
>Huh, guess others thought these ponies were going to go fairly cheap
>Or about the same as a dog
>"Alright then, gents, I suppose I can start this one at £200."
>"I got 250!"
>Guess the incremental bids are out
>"I bid 260!"
>Maybe you can win this, actually!
"400!"
>"Ah, good bid, sir! It's finally relevant!"
>Wow, rude, not your fault you're poor
>Well...
>"Do I hear 420?"
>Don't go blazing it... you can push to £500 if need be...
>"No?"
>Go on...
>"Going once!"
>Yeeeess...
>"Going twice!"
>Come on!
>"Sold! £400, to the gent in a longcoat!"
>Oh sure, draw attention to what you're wearing
>But hey, we won a pony!
>The cute orange pony with the cowgirl hat
>You walk through the crowd as their eyes follow you
>Stepping up onto the stage, you take the £400 from your wallet and hand it to the seller
>He, in turn, places a collar around the pony's neck
"Oh, no, it's cool man, don't need a chain."
>"She's tough, I gave them a tablet each before coming, but she could still make a break for it."
"Nah, I'll trust her."
>The pony raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment
"Come on, please follow me, I don't want to use that chain collar."
>She eyes said collar the seller is holding, looking back at the final pony behind her
>"I'll miss ya, Twi."
>She doesn't cry like the others did
>Probably cries on the inside
>Thankfully she does come along, so no need for that bloody chain
>You walk away from the stand with the pony following you, but she's not pleased about it
>Yeah... she wouldn't be
>She talks when you near your car, a banged up piece of shit
>"So ah'm a slave, yer slave, hope it was worth it."
>Ouch, rub the salt in, why not?
"Here, let me take that off."
>She just grunts as you remove the chain collar the seller placed around her neck
>She doesn't try to headbutt you or anything
"I'm not going to say it wasn't. I wanted a pony, I got a pony."
>You walk around to the front passanger seat and open it up for her
"Hop in."
>The car groans as she does so, old piece of junk
>You close the door gently, moving around to the driver seat
>The car makes even more noise as you get in
>Not from your weight or anything, you're pretty skinny, the car is just really shit
"Alright then, home we go."
>"Yer home, not mine."
>Damn, just keeping them coming, huh?
>"Is there a reason yer wearing some kinda creepy getup?"
>Hey, this is a nice longcoat, you paid a lot for a very gothic one
"This is nappa leather, it's stylish as fuck."
>"With that hood up, ya look like ya should be takin' ponies heads."
"Not the first time I've been called a Grim Reaper."
>"Also, wearin' animals skin is disgustin'."
"For you."
>She's not a big mare, though
>With a sound like a dying cat, the car starts up, that annoying rattling coming from the driver window as the car vibrates
>You hate this car
>"This thing that gets ya places, ah seen others that look much better."
"Yep, this is all I could afford."
>"It goes with yer look."
>Definitely not pulling those punches
"Listen, I bought you, but I aint gonna treat you like shit. You don't got to be a dick about this."
>"Yer kiddin' me, right? Ya BOUGHT me, like ah'm a shiny new toy, like ah aint got no feelins', think ah get t' be jus' a bit annoyed."
>...Fair play
"If that's the case, cowgirl, why don't you just run?"
>She looks at you with a scowl
>"Ah seen what yer kind can do."
>Your mind goes dark places, human history isn't pretty
>"Ah'd like t' continue bein' able t' walk n' talk properly."
"I just said I wasn't going to hurt you."
>"An' that rotten apple that done sold us said he was gon' help us."
>Alright, no reason to be trusted
>Off to a lovely start
>The journey home is slow
>But damn, you could have sworn you turned the heater on
>But it's frosty as fuck in this car
>The pony looks out the window, not meeting your gaze whenever you look to her
>She hates you, not that you're surprised
>You're not sure why, but you figured you could make friends with whomever you bought
>Clearly that wasn't going to happen
>...
>At the very least, she listened, so as much as she hates you, she might actually do whatever she's told
>You're not even sure why you did this now
>You wanted to make life easer, have someone to clean up around the house was all
>Your thinking was 'A slave will be cheaper than a maid in the long run'
>Shit, this wasn't the best of ideas, was it?
"I'm sorry about this, really, I am, but, it's done now, just need to... make the best of it."
>Her head whips about, her eyes piercing yours with a very cold stare
>"How 'bout ya let me go then, if yer so sorry? Hm? Well? No?"
>"...That's what ah thought. Jus' stop diggin' this hole, it's real embarrasin' to watch ya try an' make nice."
>Is she your slave? You could swear she's a fire specialist with all these fucking burns she's throwing your way
>You decide that, yes, it would be a good idea to shut up
>The car turns around a corner and you can see your street up ahead
>At least it'll be nice to get home
>...Maybe
>You have a spare room you're certain was supposed to be a utility closet, but it was empty and pretty spacious
>That'd be her room, but you weren't expecting her to be thankful, now
>Damn, why did you ever think this was going to go so well?
>You pull up, and park in the driveway, glancing around
>No one to see the pony, so the coast is clear
>You get out, walking around to her side
>Carefully opening the door to reduce the squeeking, you motion for her to get out
>She snorts at you, leaving the vehicle and walking towards your house
>Her distrust is evident, she watches you out the corner of her eye as she goes
>You get inside as fast as you can, closing the door once she also comes in
>It's lovely and warm, you sigh in relief
>Your very nice longcoat is hung up and you make your way into the kitchen
>She follows you
>...Fuck
>The hell were you going to do now?
"Uh, so, this is my home... I live here..."
>Smooth
>"Ya-huh, ah could guess, strangely."
>Her sarcasm stung a bit
>You still try and make nice
"So... what's your name?"
>"What's it matter to you? Aintcha jus' gonna call me 'Slave' or somethin'?"
"I could if you want me to."
>You aint gonna take this pony's shit, you're an arse for buying her, fine, that's fair
>But you're not gonna just take her shit laying down
"Can just call you that until you tell me your name, s'fine by me."
>What now, pony?
>"Fine. 'Slave' it is. Wouldn't wancha t' forget that ah'm yer property."
>Oh, so it's like that is it?
"If you're still gonna be a cunt about this, then don't expect me to care, alright? I said sorry, but it's how it is."
>Shit, you don't mean that
"Look, just tidy up, I need to sort out where you're sleeping."
>"Aint got a nice lil' cage all set up already?"
"Must of left it back at the pet shop, sorry about that."
>"Dang idiot."
>You didn't think ponies would be so mean
>Guess slavery does that
>You leave her where she is and go through to the hallway, on your left, lies the utility room
>It's sparse, with just a small bed and a chest of drawers in it
>You don't think the chest is needed, though
>Unless she plans to fill it with hats
>You don't think she wears clothes like that other one did
>Making the duvet is quick, plus a few pillows
>The beds a cheap single-mattress you picked up earlier in the week
>It was certainly better than a cage
>Plugged in the corner was a mini-fridge you'd forgotten about until now
>It was your old one, good to store snacks in
>It's hers now, if she wants to use it
>You move back out into the kitchen to see her working your broom she found
>She's using her mouth to steer it
>Damn, that's a thought
>How do ponies even do things?
>You make a mental note to ask when she's in a better mood
>If ever that day comes
>She's sweeping the floor really well for a small horse that uses their mouth to do things
>Must be hell on her teeth
>But she's actually doing what you asked, so there's that
"Hey, stop, come with me a sec."
>She huffs, spitting the broomstick out
>"Showing me t' mah cage?"
"Fancier than a cage, but yeah."
>"Lead the way, bucko."
>Was that supposed to be a swear?
>You let her into her new room, and she's not impressed, obviously
"Hey, it's no cage, but I think you can make do."
>She scoffs, looking at you with a steely gaze
>...
>Then her features go a bit softer
>"H-hey... mind givin' me some time alone? After all, n-need to clean my cave."
>Lame retort, but you can tell she definitely needs some alone time
>You wordlessly close the door as she hops up onto her bed
>You wait a moment, but mimick walking away onto the wooden lamenet
>...
>...Fuck, you can hear her sobbing
>...
>...Fuck...
>Surely she's better here than with someone that'll treat her like a pet, right?
>Right?
>Keep telling yourself that, mate
>You tiptoe away into the kitchen, least you can do for her is to feed her
>You have quite a few vegetables, so you mix up a salad
>Weird for you to do, considering you usually add a lot of meat in there and fry the veg
>Stir fry's were based
>You have a bowl of veg for her, but you include some alternate salad in the form of coleslaw on a smaller dish
>Shit, even ponies gotta love coleslaw
>Lettuce, carrot, cucumber, cheese, and mayo
>Can't go wrong there
>When you come back, the room is quiet, you knock to be polite
>No answer, but you chalk that up to her being moody, coming in anyway
>She's laying face down on the bed, not speaking to you
>You place the dishes down gently on the dresser
"Some salad, I dunno what you ponies eat. Gotta be different from horses. There's some coleslaw there too."
>Based coleslaw
>She doesn't glance up
>But you feel like shit, really, after all this hassle
>It's a shit dilemna
>On one hand, you want a cute pony slave, which you have now
>On the other hand, slavery is fairly cuntish, of which you are the cunt
>You wanted someone around to help out, that was a definite
>So maybe treat her like more of a 'housekeeper' than a slave
>...
>There's really no difference between that and a maid though, dummy
>You paid so much for a slave to avoid having to pay endlessly for a maid
>...
>Still not sure what to do here
>But you want a slave
>But it's a dick move
>But... slave
>Urgh, forget about figuring this out now, you have some games to play, and she--
>Oh, while you've been daydreaming she's actually started eating the food
>Looking at you while you're off in lala-land
"Sorry, spaced out."
>Yeah... so... what now?
"Uh... hey, cowgirl, I er, don't know your name still."
>"Y'aint gonna, neither."
>Really?
"Really?"
>You echo your thoughts, aye
>"Well jus' 'cos ya gave me something t' eat don't make us besties."
>"Want me t' make somethin' real clear, like?"
>"Ah do not like you. Ya expect me t' work fer ya, as a slave."
>"Y'aint gettin' nothin' from me but the work yer gonna be so intent on puttin' me t' doin'."
>"That's how ah'm doin' this."
>Well, alright, you guess, that's fair
>You owe her something for all this
>If this is purely business, that's... her business
"That's fine, I suppose. You seem accepting of the situation all of a sudden."
>"Ah'm fast t' sort things out. Ah can't run, nor can ah hurt ya. If ah do, ah'm stranded someplace ah aint got a hoof on knowin'."
>"Ah aint got no clue as t' where mah friends are holed up, so ah'm stuck like a hogtied doggie there."
>Weird saying
>"On top o' that, ah don't trust you nor anypon-- eh, anyone else, an' from what ah gather; ah'm not from round these parts, clearly."
>"Ah'd be done th' second ah walk out."
>"Best ah can do is wait."
>Wait?
"Wait for what, exactly?"
>"A darn miracle."
>Well shit
"Alright... well, not that it helps any, but..."
>You have some spare stuff you could fill this room with, make things less boring
"I have a spare TV, it's old but it has some channels, and--"
>"Th' hay is a 'Tee Vee'?"
>Right, magic pony land, probably live in fields or some shit
"It's... a box, that has... moving pictures, basically."
>"Ya think ah'd be happy with some fancy movin' pictures?"
>Maybe
"Well, I'm not saying that it's going to make you happy, just... you know, less bored."
"I mean, aye, I'm asking you to clean stuff, but after that, you probably don't want to be anywhere near me--"
>"Got that one right."
"--so you'd probably come here to the privacy of your room."
"And it is your room. You're not confined to it after all is said and done, you got free reign of my home."
"That's the least I can do."
>It really is, hell, you'd like her to pop in while you're playing games and stay out of curiousity
>"So... yer bribin' me?"
"What? No! I'm... trying to be nice."
>She scowls again, crunching down on some carrot
>"Ah don't care fer ya nicities, bucko. Only thing ah want, is t' go home."
"This is--"
>"THIS AINT MAH HOME."
>That outburst was accompanied by her throwing the food across the room
>The plate never stood a chance
>It smashed rather loudly against the wall
>Such a mess
>But damn, violent for a pretty little horse
>"MAH HOME IS IN EQUESTRIA, WITH MAH FAMILY, MAH FARM, AN' MAH APPLE TREES."
>"THIS IS PRISON, AINT NO HOME AH WANT."
>She stops, tears threatening to spill from her eyes
>"Ya... ya aint mah kin, an' ya aint a friend. An' ah don't wanna be no place 'cept mah home."
>"This is Tartarus, an' yer th' Equomalo."
>Equomalo?
>Whatever that is, that doesn't sound nice
>"Jus'... jus' go away. Leave me t' mah sorrow."
>"Ah'll clean that up, an' th' house, jus' leave me alone."
>Damn, you thought you could at least get on some goot footing
>Guess not
"Fine, fine. Sorry. I'm going."
>You walk out and shut the door
>Quietly
>So, day 1 is a bust
>You lament your bad decision making as you turn your PC on
>You spend the rest of the night on the internet doing random shit
>Halfway through an interesting thread, you hear a banging in the hallway
>You turn about and see the door open
>It's the orange pony
>Well who else, dummy
>She comes in, collecting some dishes
>Cleverly, she's managing to use her tail to lift them, carring them on her back
>That's... cool
>"This room is a darn mess, bucko."
>The pony speaketh
"My name's--"
>"Don't care, just sayin' was all."
"Alright, well, thanks, for the cleaning."
>"Last ah knew, ya didn't thank a slave fer doin' what's expected o' them."
>That might be true, but you don't care
"Well you're not a regular slave."
>"Nope, guess not. After all, ah aint gettin' a smack fer talkin' back."
"And I would never hit you anyway."
>She scoffs as she deposits a few cups on the stack of dishes already piling up high upon her back
>Damn, she's strong, that would be hell on someones spine
>"Ah don't believe ya. If ah pushed hard enough..."
"...I wouldn't hit you even then. In all honesty I'm a massive pussy, I couldn't bring myself to hurt a small pony."
>"Th' heck is a 'Pussy'?"
>Ha... oh wow, damn
>Well, while we're being honest...
"Another word for a womans vagina."
>She rolls her eyes
>"Ugh... Th' idjit that had me before this, he kept lookin' at us an' saying somethin' 'bout 'pussies', disgustin' feller."
>Yep, that does sound like a dickish thing to do
"Well, yeah, I'm never going to lay a hand on you."
>"Whatever, jus' try an' make mah life easier an' keep this pigsty clean."
>She tuts upon seeing more shit in the corner and trots out at a steady pace
>Fairly fast walking considering the heacy load she's carrying
>Well, the guy didn't lie about her strength
>...Oh shit, the tablets
>...Nah it's fine, she could use her strength to clean
>And... you trust her not to hurt you
>Strangely enough
>...You're not right in the head
>She would agree
>She comes back in soon after, collecting more
>She repeats this until all your dirty dishes are gone
>When she returns next, she's looking a lot more tired
"Hey, you feeling alright?"
>"Th' heck d'you care? Jus' done in a bit after cleanin' all them dishes."
>"S'like y'aint never heard o' washin' up."
"Well, there is a dishwasher."
>...
>Fucks sake, she doesn't know what that is, retard
>"Dish washer? Somethin' that washes dishes, ah'm thinkin'?"
"Yeah... sorry, probably should of mentioned that."
>You really should have mentioned that
>"Celestia-danged idjit."
"The fuck is Celestia?"
>She glances at you, then walks away
>"Come on, bucko, gotta show me this 'Dish Washer'."
>Yep, you get up and follow her
>When you enter the kitchen, you don't contain the 'Woah' from escaping
>Place is cleaner than you've seen it in weeks
>The floor is sparkling, the counters are clear, the dishes are clean and drying on the sink draining board
>Good work, pony
"Damn, you cleaned shop."
>"Well yeah. Come on then, show me th' thing."
"Right."
>You move on over and give the dishwasher a light kick
"Open this, place dirty dishes and stuff inside, put a cleaning tablet in that little... box container thing, close, and turn the dial on the front to number 4."
>She raises an eyebrow at it
>"An' this cleans 'em real nice?"
"Yep, does it and dries them too, give it about an hour or so."
>"...That's real slow, like. Faster t' do it by hoof."
"That might be true, but this is easier."
>"So not only are ya a lazy idjit, but yer a lazy idjit that don't even wash dishes."
"Hey, human technology makes life easier, it's how we do things."
>"That so?"
"Yeah, we can't get from A to B fast by walking, so we made cars."
"We wanted to preserve food for longer, so we made fridges."
>"We got fridges in Equestria, bucko."
"...But you aint got dishwashers?"
>"No."
"You sound like you're in a weird place, tech wise."
>"Ah'd reckon so. Anythin' else ah should know 'bout while we're here?"
"Well, there's the washing machine."
>"Don'cha already got a dishwasher?"
"Yes, but a washing machine is for clothing."
>She looks towards the washing machine, currently holding some clothing
>"That thing, ah assume."
"Yeah, how'd you guess?"
>"It has clothes in it, maybe?"
>No need for the sarcasm
>You open it, taking a step back from the smell
"Shit, thought this was turned on."
>You quickly pop through to your room, grabbing some clothing items
>Pacing back through to the kitchen, you chuck them in and nod
>You pick a washing tablet from its package on the side
"We made these gel-tablets a while ago, fairly old now, but in terms of progression they're new; they're better than washing powder."
>...She just stares at you blankly
"Right, sorry. We still wash our clothes in this machine with a special powder, but we now have these--"
>You hold up the gel-tablet
"--They do what the powder does, only better, and its smaller, uses less."
>She nods
>"Alright, ah get it."
"So, how do you wash clothes back where you're from?"
>She looks at you with another one of her looks
>"Dunno if ya noticed, but ah'm a tad devoid o' clothes."
>"We got fur coats. The fancy folk o' Canterlot or whatever, they wear clothes as a sorta status thing, but we don't need 'em, really."
>Alright, so it's purely a fashion thing
"That's cool, I guess. I saw that grey pony wearing a frock, she from 'Canterlot'?"
>Shit, she's scowling
>"No, bucko. She weren't. Jus' tell me iffin' there's anythin' else ah should know 'bout."
>Damn, talking to this orange pony was like treading a minefield
>Had to step lightly on the subject of other ponies or her home, it seemed
"Alright... well, there's the toaster--"
>"Got 'em."
"The stove?"
>"Got 'em."
>Huh... fine then, you guess it's a 1800's era world?
"So... do you have trains?"
>"Yup."
"Do they run on electricity?"
>"Why would they do that?"
"Do you guys even have electricity?"
>"Course we do."
>This was a game of 20 questions and a half
>You'd be here all day if you kept asking questions
>That's good, but also bad
>You had shit to do
"Kay, so you're sorted, I guess."
>Wait no
"Wait, no, cleaning stuff."
>"Ah already am."
"No, I mean like, stuff to help you clean."
>You grab a spray bottle full of bathroom cleaner from the cupboard under the sink
"I assume you're going elsewhere, this room looks pretty done to me."
>"Ya kiddin'?"
>What? No...?
>"Ya seen the state o' th' cupboards? Or th' walls?"
>Shit, you don't consider that stuff
"Huh, I suppose they are pretty icky."
>"Darn right, how'd you live in this place?"
"Easy, I just don't care."
>"Yeah ah noticed."
>She looks at the open cupboard where you took the bottle from
>It's full of cleaning supplies you don't tend to use
>She guesses, because she grabs a bottle of kitchen cleaner
>It's all the same shit really, just different labels to sell more of it
>At least, that's what you tell yourself
>"Look, jus' go back t' yer own cave, yer 'slave' got work t' be doin'."
>Jeez, you really don't get this. she's so stand-offish
>She has a right to be so annoyed though, dummy
>Stop thinking she owes you jack
"Fair enough, have fun doing whatever."
>"Bite me, bucko."
>Now now, play nice
>You move to take her hat, but she backs away before you get near
>"Touch th' hat an' ah'll slap ya."
>Rude
"Whatever."
>You walk away, back to the comfort of your room
>The PC beckons
>...
>You should probably sleep, actually
>It's like... 2am, now you glance at the time in the lower right hand corner
>Then again, you're not tired
>...Meh, sleep anyway
>Your comfy-as-fuck bed beckons instead
>...
>Aaaaaaand crashed out after taking off your clothes
>Must have been real tired
>Your dreams are filled with ponies, which is laughable
>Except you're not laughing, they're all enslaved
>Fuckers like Mr. Fedora grinning while they drag off their own blue pony
>Or whoever they manage to grab
>Shit's creepy
>When you open your eyes, the daylight pours in
>Sunlight! No!
>The day has come too soon!
>Why are the blinds open?!
>...Shit
>She cleaned the rest of your room while you slept
>The hell was the time, anyway?
>You grab your phone from the side of the bed
>...It's 2pm, fuck
>She said she worked on a farm so she probably always gets up real early
>May as well go have breakfast, fuck that it's way past lunchtime
>You raise yourself, only for the bed to creak horrendously
>...
>Oh right, you threw yourself onto it last night
>Probably broke it
>You get down onto the floor and lift the mattress
>Yep, as expected, you broke a few slats
>Good job, you're a skinny fucker that managed to break an oak bed
>Dumbass
>...No... you also put a crack in the frame where the slats were
>Bigger dumbass
>You still had some cash coming in soon
>You could always get another bed frame
>Wooden beds were more expensive than metal ones
>But metal ones didn't squeak
>Easy choice
>You power up the PC before going to the kitchen
>Honestly never seen it cleaner
>The counters shined and the walls were actually their proper lilac colour, as opposed to a dark shade of mauve
>Impressive little pony, that cowgirl
>Where was she, anywho?
>Your mind doesn't immediately jump to the thought that she ran away
>That would be rude
>...
>What if she did thou--
>Oh, here she is
>"Afternoon, Bucko. Y'aint a mornin' person, huh?"
"Heh, I don't really like the sun. I burn easy."
>"That why ya wear the nasty animal skin?"
"I'll take overheating in the sun over burning from it, anyday."
>"Seems stupid t' me, but whatever. Cleaned that bathroom o' yers. It was disgustin', same as yer room."
>"How th' hay d'ya even manage t' get so much hair an' dirt about the place? Ya don't even got no fur!"
>...You shave a loy
>Like... a LOT, a lot
>Not that you'd tell her that
"I'unno, I just... don't clean too often."
>"Have ya ever?"
>She turns away, huffing
>...You purposely look away as her tail flicks in annoyance
>You didn't want to see mare vagina
>Please turn back around
>"Ah'm done with th' house. Y'aint got much of a garden t' clean, thankfully."
>Oh right, you had one of those
>The state of that--
>"Th' state o' that garden is a crime, Bucko."
"Not really."
>"It is, aint no reason t' let weeds get that outta hand. Y'aint supposed t' let the bad nature overtake th' good."
"Never really been a green thumb."
>"If there's one thing ah am, it's a green hoof. That garden won't believe itself when it's all nice an' tidy."
"You sound like you'll enjoy doing that?"
>"Ah work on ah farm, ah take pride in bein' able t' work th' land. ...Even if it aint muh own land, s'the closest ah'm gettin'..."
>Oh, shit
>That means going outside
"Ah fuck... uh, cowgirl, not sure how to say it, so, just gonna say it: You can't go outside."
>She looks at you, but then stops
>"...Oh, right. That."
"Sorry?"
>"Ya should be, Bucko. Ya should be..."
>She trots off briskly, no doubt to her room
>Fuck
>You just keep doing so well here, dummy
>You just turn towards the fridge and grab a pack of bacon
>...Wait
>You place it back and grab a box of cereal off the top of the fridge instead
>She hated the coat, she'd hate the smell of dead, cooked pig, and seeing it be eaten, no doubt
>A bowl of Weetos were fine though
>But you wanted some Golden Nuggets
>You fucking loved you some Golden Nuggets
>You wanted to get some Lucky Charms
>That super tasty American cereal, that shit was real gorgeous
>You sing to yourself as you fill the kettle for a nice morning cup of tea
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B8bXYXTb-o)
"Drive the cloud away,
We will fall from last to none.
The dark before the dawn,
The world will carry on.
Look for the light that leads me home--"
>"Nice singin' there, Bucko. What'cha brewin'?"
>You awkwardly stop singing as your face flushes from embarrasment
>You never were a good singer
"Just making a cup o' charlie."
>"Beggin' yer pardon?"
>Pony don't speak cockney, ya twat
"Tea, sorry."
>"...Got green tea?"
"Nah, don't like the taste."
>"Shame. Guess ah'll... go t' mah room."
>...Damn it
>You really don't want her to have fuck all to do
>The thought of entertaining her enters your mind again
>Although you doubt she'll go for it
"Hey, er, cowgirl, do... do you wanna come watch a film with me?"
>She barely supresses the laugh
>"Heck no. Ah'd rather be doin' nothin' in mah room than be 'round ya longer than ah need t' be."
>Ouch, hurtful
>But come the fuck on
>Cut the shit
"I'm trying to be nice here. I realise buying a slave was a bad move, but hey, think about it, better me; a scrawny piece of weakshit that wont hurt you, than some fat, greasy fucker like the guy that brought that blue pony."
"For all you know, he could... he could be doing some pretty bad shit to her. He's probably keeping her drugged like the seller recommended."
"From what I understand, you can't get home, otherwise you would have tore off and done it by now, and that sucks, I really, really do, feel for you. Honest truth there."
>You pause, her expression is stern, but she isn't butting in
"I aint drugging you, I aint... doing stuff to you. I just want you to clean house, that's all."
"But that doesn't meant I want you to be bored and alone. I don't want you to... to be alone. That's really bad. No one wants to be alone, cowgirl."
>You stop again, thinking over your words
>The comment about the blue pony would likely piss her off, but you'd deal
>And yes, originally you'd hoped, for some reason, that your fucking slave of all peopl-- er, ponies, would be happy and spend time with you
>She just glares, and snorts in annoyance
>"Ah don't care. Ah'd rather be alone than deal with ya at all."
>That had to be a lie
"You talk to me of your own accord. You don't like being alone. I can read people when they're being obvious."
"You don't like me? Fine, that I can handle, but don't fuck yourself over on account of me, alright?"
"Call me stupid all you want, but even a slave deserves friendship, right?"
>You're not quite sure where all that came from
>But it was the truth; no one should be alone
>Hell, even Hitler had his wife and dog in the end
>Wait, bad example, he killed them
>The point was still there, sort of
>Kinda
>She just kicks a hoof
"Look, like you said, we aint gonna be 'besties' or whatever, but that don't mean we gotta be enemies, aye?"
"It might sound really gay, but... I just... you know, want you to be happy."
>She looks you in the eyes, and sort of... scrunches up her face
>You're not sure what she's doing, but she is thinking about something
>"Hold up a darn sec."
>Alright
>"Ya... ya didn't jus' buy me fer cleanin', did'ja?"
>Well... not really?
>"Did... ya want companionship? From a slave?"
>Yes! Er, well... sort of?
>"Ya gotta be kiddin' me, Bucko."
>Shit, her expression turned real dark
>Oh fuck!
>You barely have time to dodge the hoof as it flies towards you
>...You also don't manage to dodge
>Her hoof collides with your side and you cry out in pain as something definitely breaks
>Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
>You're going to die at the hands of a pony!
>Hooves, rather! Whatever!
>You don't fight back, fuck that, she'd hurt you more
>All you can do is cower, tighten into a ball, and hope she doesn't fuck you up too bad
>"YA WERE GONNA DO THINGS TA ME, WEREN'T YA!?"
>Another hit, more pain, but nothing else cracks
>Ribs really hurt...
>"YER A NASTY CREATURE, YER DISGUSTIN', AN' AH'D NEVER DO ANYTHIN' LIKE THAT WITH YA!"
>You never wanted that! You... just wanted a friend...
>You were in so much pain
>The hits kept coming
>They smack against your back, your legs... the arm that covers your chest, and the one protecting your head
>No caved in skulls or sternums here, please
>...
>...It finally stops, everything hurts so much
>Tears are just pouring down your face, but you refuse to cry like a little bitch
>You remove your arm from your face, pain lancing through your body
>She's sitting on her arse, crying her eyes out...
>The fuck?
>Why the FUCK is she crying?!
>You're the one that just got your arse kicked by your little pony
>She raises a hoof again, so you cover up, again
>No hit comes, thankfully
>She's back to pissing her eyes out
"Why... the fuck... are you... crying..."
>You manage it out between breaths, it's hard to speak
>Kinda hard to do for some reason
>Oh wait, the pony just fucked you over
>That's why
>But... there's no rage from you
>You're not angry
>Well, okay, you're a little angry; you're the one on the floor and SHE'S crying
>You're mostly hurt, and confused
"Fuck... this..."
>You just about succeed in pulling yourself to your feet
>Leaning against the wall and gingerly hugging your side, you move towards front door
>You snatch the car keys from the side table when you manage to get there
>Cowgirl pone continues to sob to herself
>...You know what? Fuck her
>Not literally, but just... forget about it all
>She wants to go? You won't stop her
"When I... get back... you... don't have... to be here..."
"I don't... care... anymore..."
>Fucking hell your ribs hurt
>Using everything you can for support, you drag yourself to your rustbucket of a car
>You aint even wearing proper clothes yet
>You're still in a T-shirt and... tight boyshorts
>Not the best clothing choice, really
>Shit it's not like you planned to get your ribs broke
>You get in your car and slam the door shut
>...You take a breather for a moment
>You didn't close the door, but fuck it, it doesn't matter
>The car protests, but eventually starts up
>The engine growls, and you go towards the local hospital
>The journey takes time, much to your displeasure
>Your side burns, and you can feel the other places cowgirl punched coming out in bruises
>You carefully lift your shirt as you reach some red lights
>The area where your ribs broke is a sickly, angry red, and the skin is ever so slightly broken
>Fuck... pony hits hard
>Her strength was... scary
>Almost an hour and much pain later, you arrive
>You park near A&E as opposed the car park around the way
>Stepping out the car, you rest on the bonnet for support
>Your determination is really the only thing that gets you to the doors of A&E without collapsing
>...You do collapse when you get inside, thankfully against a wall
"Doctor... I require...some... assistance... please..."
>Yes you were using TF2 quotes, fuck off, you're allowed to, you're injured
>A nurse rushes up to you with a wheelchair very quickly
>"You look like you got into a fight with a horse!"
>Oh lady, if only you knew...
>She sits you down gently, wheeling you to somewhere where there is presumably a doctor or nurse that can treat you
>"I'll need to know a few things; how did youget like this, for one?"
>Oh that's easy, nurse; my little pony beat me up
"Fell... down... some stairs..."
>"That is what most people say, yes."
>"If you don't wanna tell me that's fine, but whoever I take you to is going to be more direct."
"No, really... I had... a few drinks... and fell... down the pub steps..."
"I'm... a clumsy drunk..."
>"Speaking pretty coherently for a drunk guy."
>Shit why was this lady so intrusive?
>She stops you as she nears a desk with a receptionist
>"Is there anyone available in X-ray? I think this mans ribs are broken. He's having trouble speaking and his breathing isn't level."
>She taps a few keys on her computer and looks up not a moment later
>"Dr. Sturges is available in 5 minutes. She'll be in X-ray shortly."
>The lady nods
>"Good, good, thankyou."
>And you're off again
>You pass several wards, you lose track of how many turns you take though
>Every hospital you go to, it always looks like the place was built piece by piece rather than built at one time, it's all a massive misjoined maze
>Oh wait, X-ray, next turm
>She wheels you in as a doctor enters from a side door
>"Ah, afternoon, sir. I'll be seeing to you for this X-ray today, my name is Dr. Sturges."
>Hey doc
"Hey there, doc."
>The nurse helps to lift you up, assisting you as you sit down onto the gurney
>They both help you lay back, and neither one has commented on your current state of clothing, yet
>"So, my first question to you, sir, is why are you half naked?"
>...There is is
>"Woke up... pretty late..."
>"And then went straight to a pub half naked?"
>Jesus, lady, shut up
>"Let me guess, he 'fell down some stairs'?"
>The other lady holds back a laugh
>"Yep, he's also apparently pissed."
>The doctor looks you up and down
>"Doesn't look drunk to me."
>The fuck is this, the C.I.A?
"Damn... doctors are... way more... intrusive... these days..."
>"Can't do our job well if we can't help fully."
>Just scan me, lady
>The nurse heads out as Dr. Sturges moves that scan machine over
>You don't know its name, you just know it does a scan of your bones
>"Hold still, please."
>No problem there, doc, hurts if you move
>...
>...
>...
>"Alright, just stay there for now. I'll get these up."
>You're left alone for a moment as she leaves to another room
>You need to think of something, they wont let this go, apparently
>Then again they can't hold you here
>...What should you say?
>You're obviously not going to say 'An orange pony with a cowgirl hat beat me up'
>Then again, she might buy that and think you're off medication or something
>But then if she thinks its hard drugs the police would get involved
>...She's back rather fast
>Placing the scanned images up onto a lightboard, you can see a lot of damage from where you lay
>"Hm. Damage to the Scapula, going from the 4th and 5th rib, going onto the 6th rib proper, damage goes onto the Costal Cartilidge, displaced on the Sterum, and a hairline fracture going through the lower Body near the Xiphoid."
>"That is very extensive. Did you piss off a donkey?"
>What is with these people today?
>"Nope... I just..."
>"Fell down some stairs? Yeah, got that part."
>"What about the bruises all up your arms and over your legs?"
>Shit, didn't notice
>"Look, I can deal with doctor-patient confidentiality just fine."
>"But I hate liars. So please just tell me the truth here, sir."
>She says this while grabbing a needle
>No! No! Fuck that!
"No... needles!"
>"Sir, you're very injured, you need something to lessen the pain. Our operating rooms are full right now and you'll need to wait."
"No... please! Just... just give me... a medi drink... or something..."
>"Sir, those are made for persons aged 15 or under."
"Then give me... a triple dose... or something... but fuck... needles... please..."
>She looks at you, but nods
>"Alright."
>Thank fuck
>It takes her a minute to grab what she needs and create the right dosage of the purple stuff
>You knock it back the second she hands it to you
>Tastes awful
>"While that kicks in... I need to ask you a few things."
>"This looks to me, like domestic abuse. Do you have a... boyfriend? Does he hurt you?"
>The fuck, woman?!
>You're not gay!
>Why does she think you have a boyfriend??
>"Not to openly assume, I just, you know; you're wearing womens boyshorts, you have long hair, you've shaved your arms and legs, and you're... well, effeminate?"
>Er, lady, you're REALLY assuming, there's a whole LOT of open assumption here!
"I'm not gay... Dr.... I just... don't like being... hairy... is all..."
"Looking nice... doesn't make... someone... a homosexual..."
>She raises her hands in defence, clearly seeing that annoyed you
>"I'm sorry, sir, shouldn't have assumed. Sorry. But I need to know, is it partner abuse?"
>"I really should have said partner, I'm sorry, I really do say silly things sometimes. Been warned before..."
>Well, at least she admits she's a twat sometimes
"No... no girlfriend either... I live alone..."
>She raises an eyebrow
>"There's no way you could do this to yourself... did you get into a fight, then?"
>Fuck, just roll with it
"Fine... fucks sake... fine... I got... into a fight..."
>"See? Was that so hard?"
>"I'll pass you to a ward until we can treat you, okay?"
>Whatever, you didn't care so long as you got out of here soon
>Not that you don't like hospitals or anything
>You just aren't wrapped up in several layers of clothing, so you're feeling exposed as fuck
>You hate feeling exposed as fuck
>Wearing a leather longcoat with a hoody might have made you look like an Altair wannabe
>But it kept you feeling safe
>...
>When did you get back into the wheelchair?
>Shit, those kiddie drugs must have been on an extra high disage just in case they didn't work
>Your head is swimming and you can't feel your side anymore
>So that's a plus
>Where was the witchdoctor?
>Wait, who?
>Just the doctor?
>Was she a witch?
>...The hell are you talking about
>Just make sure to let the fire extinguisher over there know you don't want any of his funny business
>Oh look, the doctor is back, she's giving you a funny look
>You let her know she is now a clown
>Hold up, everything's getting dark
>...
>...
>...
>...Where the fuck are you?
>Why the fuck are you in hosp-- Oh right
>How did you get from X-ray to... here
>"Ah, you're awake!"
>Hello new doctor
>"It seems Dr. Sturges didn't ask if you were on any medication, the painkillers she gave you reacted with whatever you already had in your system."
>"Suffice to say, you didn't have the most amazing reaction, but it worked in your favour."
>Upon saying that, you look down to see your side all bandaged up
"This isn't gonna scar, is it?"
>"Oh, no no, it was fairly straight forwards. You do have a very small metal rod in place to hold... well, in laymans terms, 'to hold your ribs to your other ribs'."
>Ah good, he sees you don't speak doctor like Sturges did
>The fuck was a Xiphoid?
"Cool... I can speak without breathing pains, so yay."
>"Oh yes, you should be fine now. We're keeping you a few more days just to oversee things, then we'll let you on your way.
>"You'll need check-ups though, as I'm the surgeon that worked on you, I'll be doing those, so book them for one 'Doctor Acula'."
"Gotcha."
>Wait, did he say--
>Where'd he go?
>...
>...Spooky
>But... fuck, this was done, but what about your home
>You left the damn door unlocked
>And the cowgirl probably fucked off
>Your house was free game for anyone
>Sure, you lived in a fairly nice part of town but you only trust people as far as you can throw them
>And you couldn't throw many things
>...Your side was really stiff
>Guess a piece of metal in your chest would do that
>You'll need to go the the airport just so you can say 'Nah, got a metal rod in there, pub fight'
>Oh, you
>You spy a TV up in the corner, and catch the remote lying on the cabinet next to your bed
>...Fuck all else to do
>You grab the remote and turn it on
>Oh sweet, they got Sky
>To the movies!
>...Why yes, LOTR will do nicely
>Take your mind off the fact that your 2k gaming rig is just sitting there ripe for the taking
>...
>Aragon's killing Lurtz, cool
>...
>Yadda yadda, dead Boromir, guy was a cunt
>...
>...YOUR FUCKING GAMING RIG, DUDE
>You can't stay here, you must protect your assets!
>The next time Dr. Acula comes in, (You swear there was some lightning accompanying his name), you ask him about leaving early
>"...I'm not too sure. We'd have to run some prelimanary tests, see if you could handle the long term. Early stages of having that rod in could prove problematic."
"How?"
>"Irritation, inflamation, infection, breathing troubles during sleeping, displacement of the rod--"
"Alright, alright, how about I take some drugs with me and phone in?"
>He doesn't look like he'd go for that
>"It's not usually done. Although there are so many young people these days wanting to leave hospitals."
>"It's strange, personally I love the atmosphere. So clean."
>What? Dude, you alright?
>"I suppose I can let you go, I'll write you a prescription for some Dihydrocodeine, it's a moderate pain relief opiate, we used heavier during the surgery, but it should suffice."
>Alright!
>"However, I need to know some things."
>Shit
>"Firstly, just need to know what you're currently taking. If it's off-the-books drugs, and I prescribe you this opiate, there could be drastic complications."
>Oh, why didn't you say so?
"Nah, doc, aint nothing illegal, I have a prescription from my local practice for Sertraline, is all."
>"Ah, anti-depressants. Might explain the reaction to the other drugs."
>"Very well, Dihydrocodeine should be fine in smaller doses. 30mg tablets instead of the usual 40mg."
"You're the doctor."
>"Indeed. Now, my other question; when I was rooting around in your chest to remove what splinters of bone had broke, I noticed an irregularity in the affected area."
>"You ribs had marks of sorts that indicated full force blunt trauma. And to be honest, I'm surprised your lung wasn't pierced, or that you didn't have any internal bleeding."
"Uh, guess I just got lucky?"
>"Hmm, it would seem that way. You admitted to Dr. Sturges that, yes, you did get into a fight."
>"May I ask how?"
>Shit, here we go, careful here
"Well, I wasn't entirely lying about falling down some stairs..."
>...He said, lying
"See, I got into a fight with some dude in my street, hece why I was only in a T-shirt and pants."
>"...Bit tight, aren't they?"
>Not you too, shut up, doc
"Anyway, he was a big guy, kicked me hard as he could in the chest. Threw a few punches, then buggered off."
>Dr. Acula, (Lightning strikes nearby), nods writing something down on a magically appeared clipboard
>"Very well, thankyou for telling me. Is this needing to be a police matter? Because I highly suggest you report it."
"Oh I will, doc. I don't like random arseholes jumping me."
>"Why did he attack you, do you know?"
"I was er... eating some Jaffa Cakes... I didn't give him any when he asked for some. If you can believe it."
>"...You don't happen to live in Glasgow, do you?"
>Alright, you both share a laugh at that one
>"Okay then, book a follow up 2 weeks from now, and grab this from your local pharmacy."
>Sweet, based doc
>You gingerly move around to the edge of the bed, pulling yourself up
>No pain, thankfully
>Things are just... stiff
>You take the prescription from Dr. Acula's hand
>His hand is very cold, eerily so
>You leave as fast as you can walk
>You find your car missing, asking about, and finding it was towed to the temporary parking spot for 'special circumstances'
>Apparently it's rare that paitents drive themselves in when that wounded
>Well, the fact you didn't want to die, it filled you with determination
>Once you get in the ol' rust bucket, you speed off home
>Not before having stopped by the pharmacy for your meds
>It's been about a day or so
>Hopefully nothing was taken
>Hopefully...
>Oh right, cowgirl
>She's gone, gotta be
>Well, not only is that £400 down the drain, but you also have no maid now
>Bit of a shit thought, first thing
>But it's true, your house had never been cleaner
>...
>...Fuck
>It was also nice, no matter how stand-offish, to have the company
>You never wanted to shag her, why'd she do this?
>Just don't think about it, you don't know how pony brain works
>You're surprised as you pull into the driveway to see the door shut though
>...Either the wind blew it shut or whoever nicked stuff closed it on the way out
>You power down the car and get out, the door doesn't close, so you force it with a slam
>It shuts
>But the mirror breaks
>Fuck you, car
>Meh, home
>You walk towards the door but your neighbour stops you with a call
>"Oh, there you are, dear!"
>She's a nice old lady who lives with her disabled husband
>"I saw you rush out the other day, you looked hurt, I closed your door for you. You alright, dear?"
"Fine, Mrs Nymphadora, thanks."
>"Alright, take care."
>With that you pace towards the door, open it, get inside, slam it shut
>...
>...Home
>...
>...Thank fuck
>You hated being outside too long
>You take a deep breath, starting to feel a slight pressure in your chest
>Gonna need those drugs soon
>You look to your left
>And fucking jump out of your skin upon seeing the orange pony there
"Holyfuckingcuntsticks!"
>You take a moment to calm the fuck down
>Heart reboots up and you just stare dumbly at the cowgirl for a few seconds
"Fuck me... why are you still here?"
>She just huffs, turning guilty
>"C-can... can we sit down? Ah need t' say somethin'."
>Shit, she wants to talk?
>There had better be a 'Sorry' in there somewhere
>You follow her through to your frontroom, not that you can call it that, really
>It's just a spaceful room with a big TV in it, some consoles, and a sofa
>You take a seat and she sits opposie you, almost human like in a way
>On the edge of the couch, with her forelegs between her hindlegs, which hang over the edge
>...You're totally not noticing her massive hips or anything
>Holy fuck, where does that come from when she's pretty muscled?
>That aside, she's all solemn, and she's taken her hat off, wringing it like it's a dishcloth
>...
>...
>...It takes her a few
>"Ah'm... Ah'm so sorry, ah didn't mean t' hurt ya so bad. Ya said ya weren't thinkin' nothin' perverse or nasty, but ah didn't listen an'... went too far."
"Damn straight."
>She winces
>Oh that's right, it's not magically fixed, cowgirl
>"W-Well... like ah say, ah'm real sorry, ah... ah coulda gone like ya said... but... ah aint got nowhere else..."
>Nope
>"So... ah thought 'bout it... an' ah do realise that ah... got it better than th' others. Not great, ah'm still a... ya know, slave."
>Well, yes, but at this point, you're on the fence about having a slave or getting a refund
>"Ah never did thank ya fer th' room. Ah do 'ppreciate it. An' fer feedin' me actual food. That feller what done sold us, he fed us... well, ah think it was biscuits, but like, fer pets."
>Eck, you wouldn't eat those if there was nothing else
>"Still, ah know what ah did was wrong. Ah am sorry, should never o' hit ya. Ah can see ya aint like most stallio-- Ah, yer kind."
>You what?
>"Ah mean, ya know, y'aint got much muscle, an' ah thought you'd, I'unno, fight back."
>"Ah was wrong."
>You suppose this actually makes you even
>A bit more in her favour, but you figure it's even
>...
>You're such a pussy, dude
"I brought you like I would a game. You beat the shit outta me. I figure we're about even."
>She looks up at you with those massive green orbs
>"Ah am real sorry. Ah was jus' so angry, an' ah couldn't hide it anymore..."
>"...O-one o' mah friends, she's smart... She said we might be 'ffected by this world, that it could change how we act sometimes."
>"Ah'm believin' her, ah'd never attack nobody out o' anger. Ah only ever fight when ah gotta protect mah friends an' family..."
>Mumbo Jumbo magic space shit?
>Fuck it, fine, lets roll with that for now
>Whatever, you just want this behind you
>You never did hold a grudge
"What's done is done, cowgirl."
"I'm fine now, mostly. So, whatever, we're cool. I'm gonna make myself something to eat."
>You get up, leaving a slightly stunned pony in your wake
>What? She seems genuinely sorry, and she doesn't look like she's gonna pull that again, so no reason to lose out on a pony maid and £400
>Speaking of which, the frontroom was really clean
>Now you notice it, the place is still sparkling as if it was cleaned just recently, like, an hour ago, tops
>You grab some stuff together to make some more coleslaw
>Nice ham and cheese sandwich with coleslaw? Fuck yeah
>Fuck her seeing the ham, you don't care if she does
>She doesn't come in until after you've put it away anyway
"Want some coleslaw?"
>"Are ya really jus' gonna act like it didn't happen?"
"Yep. Said we're even. You seem genuine in your apology. And I've never held grudges, that's my dad."
>She doesn't seem alright with that at all
>But meh, she can always just... uh... work harder?
>"Ah, er... sure, coleslaw sounds nice..."
>Good, now, back to your tasty as fuck sandwich
>After it's finished you make her a small dish of creamy coleslaw, throwing in some cubes of cheese, slices of cumcumber, other good stuff
>She's very surprised by this
>"Yer... very strange."
>Guilty as charged
"Yep. Not normal."
>She sits for a while, just content to eat the food you gave her
"So, what did you do while I was away?"
>She stops munching on a piece of cucumber to speak
>"Ah cleaned, jus'... not sure what t' do."
"Didn't look around?"
>"Heh... a little, maybe."
>"How d'ya keep the bits fer a place like this? Ya don't work, from what ah seen."
>Oh that's a simple one
"Parents died a year or so back, car crash. Got everything they had in their wills, including the house, which was already morgaged. So I just pay for the gas and electric, mainly."
>"O-oh... ah'm sorry."
"Don't be, you didn't kill them."
>"Ah meant fer askin'."
"Never understood that, personally. Aint gotta be sorry for asking a question."
>"So... how d'ya make yer money, then? Inheritence only goes so far."
"I'm an artist, if you can call me that. I draw what people want."
>She nods
>"Ah aint seen many folk stoppin' by. Yer work fallin' a bit?"
>Silly pony, the internet is a very real thing
"Come with me once you're done eatin' that."
>You finish your sandwich and go on through to your room. PC still safe where it was
>She might have looked around, but you can see other than the clutter, everything is untouched
>You power it up and log in, clicking onto Google
>You wait until cowgirl comes in, then point to the screen
"See this? It's a monitor, it shows you stuff. What's on it right now is called 'Google', it'll search for an answer to whatever you ask or look for."
>She raises an eyebrow
>"It can't know everything."
"It is limited by what we as humans know, yeah."
>She eyes the screen, the marker in the searchbar blinks
>"Can ya ask it about other ponies?"
>Wishful thinking
"I can, but it'll probably just turn up the ponies from our world, not yours."
>"There are ponies here?"
"Yeah, but they're not like you. More... like a dog?"
>She frowns, disappointed
>"That's bad news, probably get treated like animals."
>...Got somes news for you there
"Not to judge, but, you are an animal, to us, anyway."
"You do speak, and are intelligent, but a lot of people would still see you as a talking horse."
>Anyone with half a brain would realise she, or they, weren't normal ponies though, on account of the fur colour, the size, and the fact they spoke
>Sadly, most people would probably just freak out
>"Well, that's a load o' horseapples."
"Yeah, life's not fair."
>Well, life isn't fair, but you weren't doing too bad
>"So... you spend most yer day drawin'?"
"Pretty much, or doing random shit."
>"That... don't seem very fufullin'."
"It probably isn't, but it works for me."
>Tried of where the conversation is going, you fire up some Skyrim
>Heavily modded, of course
>Cowgirl has gone quiet, watching the game from where she stands
>You load up your latest save
>Orc female, warrior as fuck
>Based greatsword builds
>"Is this... ya know, them movies?"
>You can't help but laugh a little
"No, this is a game."
>"...Really? Games are different fer you then... we got chess an' such. This seems a tad... beyond."
>"Ah mean, that's a... green one o' yer kind, wi' a sword. That's... not really here, is it?"
"Nope, all in the game. I'm controlling it all with my mouse and keyboard."
>"Ya control it with a mouse?"
"Not a literal mouse. We just call this thing a mouse. Not sure why."
>She stops talking then, after seeing a dragon fly across the screen
>...And still doesn't speak after it starts to eat you and you kill it
>Still pretty much doesn't speak when you asorb the soul and are staring at a giant skeleton
>...
>"...That was so... amazin'. Ah mean, that was Ogre's n' Oubliettes, but... not on paper..."
>"Huh... Twilight's brother'd love it..."
"You alright, you're kinda spaced out?"
>"Hm? Ah'm fine, Bucko, jus'... real impressed. That game is... somethin' else."
>Well, you have found out how to keep pony entertained
>And all it took was for her to cave your chest in!
>Making progress at last
>She seems to be content
>It is strange, indeed
>You spend quite a while just playing your game
>She just sits, transfixed
>You could hear a few gasps and exclaimations at times from stuff that happens
>Man, fuck that vampire wanker
>...
>...Seems quiet actually
>You turn around from your chair and see she's asleep
>Tired pone falling asleep from watching Skyrim too long
>Well, it was... 1am?
>Fuck, where did the time go
>...
>...She's adorable though
>Her mouth is slightly open, her breathing even, she's sprawled out
>Not just gonna leave her there though
>You stealthily get out your roll-chair
>Which isn't too hard to do, but you have to roll it back slowly so it doesn't drag across the lamenet
>Comfy but noisy
>Her ears flick, but other than that, she stays snoozing
>Gently as you can, you crouch down and put your hands under her
>One hand resting just on her shoulder, head on your arm, and the other under her legs, resting on her flank
>You managed to avoid falling over while doing that
>Picking her up is diffcult though
>She's a small pony, but a small pony of almost pure muscle
>Plus, a lot of her is curved
>Well... one end of her
>How does a pony have the right mix of muscle and fat anyway?
>It's crazy, maybe something different with their physiology
>It's so soft on your arm
>Like, cushiony, and malleble
>...
>That aside, you carry her as carefully as you can
>It's really hard, you are not strong
>Really is mad, she barely stands as tall as your belly button
>You turn off some lights awkwardly while holding her, the darkness is always good
>Well, for you anyway, not sure how she works with sleep
>You use your foot to push her door open, thankfully wasn't shut all the way
>Her bed is neatly made, so your again, use your foot to yank the covers back
>Depositing her down, you pause, her eyes are open
>"Ther'a reason ya picked m' up?"
>It comes out half-asleep
"Yeah, just didn't wanna wake you."
>"Dummy."
>You still drape the covers over her so she doesn't have to
>"Thanks."
>Things are getting better
>And in a short space of time
>Then again, it could just be a one off
>Maybe she's just too tired to fight you
>Either way, you're pleased at least tonight was okay
>Even if you did come back from the hospital
>She was certainly nicer, and definitely guilty for the harm she caused you
>You suspect she wouldn't be sorry had you fought back
>But ha, like you could, you barely managed to lift her up just then
>Your arms are still burning, actually
>Clearly sit-ups and push-ups don't cut it for full exercise
>...When was the last time you actually did those?
>...
>...Meh, you'll start again at some point
>Your eyes are starting to droop as well
>So you decide a power nap is the ticket, you don't feel that tired
>You rest into your broken bed so not as further damage it
>Plus your side was starting to ache
>You could put up with it, you were gonna be laying down after all
>...
>You get nice and comfy, shutting your eyes
>When you begin to snooze off, cowgirl enters your dreams
>You say hello, but she ignores you
>And then she's on you, throwing punches
>Shit, you can't do anything, you're tied down!
>It hurts, and you're panicking
>She won't stop no matter how much you plead with her
>...It's not long before you awake in a cold sweat
>Bloody hell, you don't want this shit
>She wasn't going to fuck you up again
>...Right?
>Just... try and go back to sleep
>And try you do
>It doesn't work, no matter what you think about, it devolves into her hurting you somehow
>Fuck this
>You napped a bit, so up you get
>...
>Maybe you'll check on her
>Pacing through the hallway, through the kitchen, you come to her door
>It's slightly ajar, as you left it
>You poke your head in as your eyes adjust to the gloom
>She's way in the land of nod, a kind of cute noise between a snore and snooze emanating from her
>Her ears flick and she turns
>You do too, her arse pointed towards you, then
>She's fine
>...Back to your PC, you got games to play
>...
>You open your eyes, staring at a random tab on your browser
>Did you fall asleep?
>...The clock says it's 9-40ish, so yes
>Shit your back hurts, chairs are not good beds
>Your side is hurting as well
>Fuck, you gingerly pull yourself to your feet and make way for the kitchen
>You bump into cowgirl as you round a corner to your kitchen, surprising her
>She recovers quickly, adverting her eyes, however
>She even lowers her hat over her face slightly with a hoof
>...Alright, she's REALLY guilty about fucking you up
"Morning."
>You say it as you go, not meaning to be rude
>But currently your head is saying PAIN and FIX IT
>You make a dash for the opiates on top of the microwave, popping them from the packaging
>You down them with water, followed by a sigh
>The thought that you're going to feel better soon does make the ache hurt slightly less
>Cowgirl, curious as to your rush, has followed
>"Oh... yer side?"
"Yeah... burning like a motherfucker."
>She arches an eyebrow at the phrase, but doesn't say anything
>"Did ya sleep?"
>You shake your head
"Barely. Had some... er, nightmares."
>She nods, turning away to leave
"Why the concern?"
>You say it before you can stop yourself
>She also stops in her tracks
>She cocks her head back
>"Ah'm th' one that done hospitalised ya."
"And? Doesn't make you my nurse, not that I don't appreciate the concern."
>She turns back fully, tilting her head
>"If yer like most o' yer kind, then the way y'all act is strange. Ah do wrong by ya, an' ya questionin' me tryin' t' make things right?"
"Well, you were incredibly abrasive up until yesterday, so I'm just a bit confused."
"Not to say this isn't nice. I wish we could have started on this footing."
>She nods
>"Well... like ah said, ah thought 'bout it while you were gone. Ah was... stubborn. Ya were tryin' yer best, despite havin' done somethin' awful."
>"An' ah did somethin' awful too. So... s'like ya said, we're, sorta... even?"
>She scuffs a hoof
>"Ah dunno..."
>"...It's mighty weird. Ah... ah dunno, ah feel like, ah should still hate'cha... but mah Granny always said that hate was such a strong word an' emotion, ya should never hate someone 'less they done somethin' evil."
>She looks up at you
>"Well... y'aint evil. When ah calmed down after... ya know... ah realised that ya were trying t' be nice."
>"All ah saw was some shaved monkey tryin' t' use me fer his own needs. But, ya pretty much said all ya wanted was company... an' ah jus'... assumed ya wanted me... like that, an' ah jus' lashed out..."
>You cough
"Well, to be fair, I aint exactly done nothing to dissuade that thought."
>You do make a gesture
"...Except that my needs weren't and aren't sexual."
>She nods sagely
>"Yeah... ah understand that now."
>"All it took was me hurtin' ya real bad..."
>"Ah'm a real piece o' work..."
>You remember what she said when you got back though
"Didn't you mention your anger mighta had something to do with... this world?"
>She nods again
>"Yeah, but that's just a theory, mah friend said theory is unpractised science that needs testin'."
>Smart friend
"Your mate's an egghead, aye?"
>"Ya could say that, yeah."
>...
>And then there's silence
>...
>...At least your ribs don't hurt much now
>"Listen... ah'm all over the place, but... ah am sorry fer hurtin' ya, that's th' honest truth. An' if it means anythin', ah'll work hard t' make it up t' ya, alright?"
>You shake your head
"Nah, fuck that. We're even."
>She blinks
"Hell, at this point I don't give a shit what you do. I think this was a wake up call, if anything."
"You're not property. I shouldn't have brought you... On one hand, yes; you're safe here as opposed to elsewhere where someone might abuse you. But on the other; I know slavery is wrong, we as a species outlawed it hundreds of years ago."
"That auction, as well you know, was shady and behind a curtain, so to speak. It was secret."
"So for what it's worth, I'M sorry, aye? I'm glad, but also ashamed."
>She nods
>"Well, ah appreciate yer honesty. S'good trait t' have."
"Agreed. Although I can be honest to a fault."
>"That's a lot o' folk."
>Your conversation was nice after getting off the subject of what has been
>You made breakfast for the both of you as she spoke about what was to come
>"So... ya say ah aint property..."
"I mean, I refuse to own you any longer."
>"I'm free?"
"Pretty much, I mean, it sucks but, you still can't go, really. One person catches eye of an orange pony wearing a hat, and they'll freak out and phone the police, or they'll snatch you up, if they can."
>"Yeah ah figured..."
>She looks into her light salad
>"So... ya wanted t' watch a film?"
>You perk up, nodding
"Yeah, figured there might be something of interest to you. I'm a massive fantasy weirdo, so I've got a lot of stuff like that game you saw me play."
"And you seemed to like that."
>She chuckles gently
>...Shit, that's the first time you've heard her laugh
>It was cute as fuck
>"Yeah, it was somethin' else alright."
>She closes her eyes as she uses both hooves to chew on some carrot cubes
>You're really only just noticing that she's adorable
>In an adult kind of way, 'course
>You wonder if she likes scratches behind the ears...
>She's looking at you, actually
>"Feelin' fine there, Bucko?"
"Hm?"
>You mumble that, blinking away the daydream
>You space out too much
>Maybe it was the opiates actually
>Doesn't stop cowgirl from being very... charming?
>It wasn't cute in a 'Teehee Uguu' kind of way, but in a more striking manner
>Like, it's unexpected, but pleasant to see
>She's certainly pretty, and thankfully not in a frilly girly girl kind of way
>Those kinds of girls annoyed the fuck out of you
>Shit, she's staring again
>Stop spacing out, dumbshit
"Sorry, think these tablets pack a punch."
>She laughs again, damn that's nice to hear
"At least I can't feel my chest, that's a plus."
>...
>...You're... happy
>You hope she stays like this
>It's a good thing to have
>Company