Pony Supplies by Anon

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/14524807/#q14526475

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You are Anon...
>You return home from a long day at work
>Drive into the garage
>Your place looks okay...not perfect
>It's been 4 months since you got an indentured pony servant
>A slave, basically
>She's been a reasonable investment
>But lately she's been slacking
>Oh, her tasks get done
>Dishes washed, house dusted, laundry done
>You still have to do the vacuuming
>You've tried to get her to do that
>But ponies are terrified of the vacuum cleaner

>Anyway, your pony servant does her job
>There's just no spring in her step anymore
>When you bought her she was enthusiastic about impressing you
>Eager to keep her job
>Now she just takes it for granted
>Does her tasks and relaxes in your house
>Never goes above and beyond anymore
>Her uniform is always sloppy
>She's beginning to expect luxuries that are supposed to be treats & rewards
>You have two choices...
>Replace her?
>Or nip this behavior in the bud?

>You walk inside
>She's on the couch, watching TV
>She does not get up to greet her Master
"I'm home."
>She barely looks away from the TV
"Hi."
>*grumble*
>It's been a long time since she called you "Sir."
>You're not on an ego trip...it's just a little irritating
"Is dinner ready yet?"
>Again, she remains focused on the TV
>Not on her Master
"I'll start it once this show is over..."
>Anger rising
>She's getting too comfortable, too familiar
>Disrespectful
>Replace her or correct her?
>Decision made.
"Don't bother with dinner, we're going shopping."
>She finally looks up at you
>Still doesn't get her lazy rump off the couch
"But it's not Tuesday."
>You shake your head
"We're not going grocery shopping. Get in the car."
>She gives an annoyed sigh as she gets up
>Doesn't turn the TV off
>You have to do that yourself
>It's not a big deal, but why the hell do you have a servant if you have to go behind her and turn off your own TV?
>Anger rising

>Drive to the shopping plaza
>She tries to turn on the radio, but you slap her hoof away from the knob
>She says nothing, just looks a little surprised
>The rest of the ride is in silence
>You think you've made her nervous
>Good

>Arrive at the plaza
>Without a word you give her the canvas shopping bag
>Earth friendly...no disposables for you
>She carries it in her mouth
>You walk straight to the "Pony Supplies" section of the department store
>Intentionally keeping a quick pace
>She hurries along behind you like a good servant
>Lately she's been walking alongside you like an equal when you shop
>Again, a small annoyance, but small things build up
>Finally, you stop at your destination
>She gasps and almost drops the bag
Horsewhips.
>There's a large variety to choose from
>Without saying anything you inspect them
>Some are thick & heavy, some are thin & whippy
>You check the feel of them in your hand...the balance, the workmanship
>She watches you in terrified silence
>Out of the corner of your eye you watch her too
>It's making an impression
>Good
>You make your selection of horsewhip
>But you drag out the show a little longer
>Swishing a few through the air
>Your slave-filly cringes at the sound
>Hell, even you've gotta admit it's pretty scary
>One of these could leave a welt with every blow
>You've decided
>You pay the clerk and drop your purchase in the shopping bag
>Make her carry it out for you
"Come on, we're done." 

>You return to the car, your pony scurrying along behind you
>Carrying the bag with the terrible implement

>The drive home is tense, silent
>She's breathing in short, ragged breaths
>Trembling a little...trying not to be obvious
>Good...think about it.
>Finally she speaks;
"Master, what are you g-going to use this for?"
>You grin, but don't let her see it
>Take a deep breath
>Make her wait for the answer
"I hope I don't have to use it at all. That's what you hope too, isn't it?"
>Eyes wide with fear she answers quickly
"No, sir! I mean...y-yes...I mean, I hope you d-don't use it...sir."
>Good. She hasn't called you "Sir" in a long time
"Well we agree then."
"I don't want to use it and you don't want me to use it."
>She nods her head rapidly.
"No sir, I don't! You won't have to use it, I promise!"
>She never asked why you bought it
>She knows why
>She's been pushing her luck and she knew it
>You got your message across

>As soon as you pull into the garage she hops out of the car
"I'll get your dinner ready right now, Master. What would you like?"
>Stay cool, stay casual
"I'm sure whatever you had planned is fine."
>She nods and hurries off to her task
>A major improvement
>Dinner is excellent that night
>The kitchen is cleaned and dishes washed earlier than usual too
>She earns your praise

>Your pony-servant does a much better job now
>She goes above and beyond her assigned duties
>Always keeps her uniform crisp & tidy
>She earns her treats & rewards now instead of just expecting them
>Much better
>She seems happier, less languid now
>Maybe she's just putting on a happy face for you
>You keep the whip in the closet
>Not in plain view, but not hidden either
>Anytime you feel she's slacking off or being disrespectful you casually hang it on the door-knob
>She gets the message and shapes up quick
>So do you ever have to use it on her?
>I'll leave that up to your imagination
You are Anon after all...