x by azenanon

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/26029095/#q26059921
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>Deep down you knew you were never cut out for this kinda shit.
>You should have gone into politics, or maybe been some kind of business consultant.
>Making deals and getting the right people together was your thing.
>A middleman, that's what you were.
>And right now you were in the middle of the drug trade.
>You didn't go near the end user or even dealers of course. 
>No, you applied your special talent in the large scale logistics, orchestrating the maze of meetings, payoffs and bribes it took to bring the product in from overseas.
>And you were good at it.
>So good in fact that Calvino, your main contact overseas, had sent you a gift.
>The newest status symbol amongst the upper slime.
>Stolen straight from some magic fantasy world and chained to the floor of your basement.
>Rainbow Dash.
>Your very own pet pony.
>Of course you didn't want it, but what else could you do.
>You like your testicles way too much to refuse the gift.
>Worst still, Calvino was a reasonably frequent visitor to your home. 
>He'd want to see how much you were enjoying his generous gift.
>You were basically fucked.
>..
>”Go buck yourself!”
>Your neck rests sharply against the back of the chair as you work at pressing your eyeballs into the back of your own skull.
“Oh come on...” 

>You let out a half sigh half whimper.
>After a restless night of drinking, pacing, drinking, and even more drinking, having weighted all the options you didn't have, you finally decided to go the honesty route.
>For someone neck deep in crime, honesty had served you surprisingly well over the years, after all the only thing worse than giving bad news was being caught lying about bad news.
>May as well give it a shot now.
>You marched down here good and hungover, wearing yesterdays cloths and probably smelling like death, and just laid it all out.
>You appealed to her sense of logic.
>There was no way she was getting home, and if found out in public she'd probably wind up dissected.
>But she just had to keep up appearances, play the part when Calvino was around.
>Rest of the time she'd just be a guest.
>Her own room, you'd feed her whatever it is magical ponies eat, do whatever you could to make her comfortable.
>Long as she didn't make trouble for you she could basically do whatever she wanted with her time.
>It was the kind of deal you were known for, the kind where everyone got the best they could possibly get out of a shitty situation.
“I said go buck yourself! And if I see Calvino I'll tell him to go buck himself too!”
>Glumly you tilt your head back down to face her.
“Look, I'm a reasonably nice guy, but you say that shit to Calvino you'll regret it.”
>You'd probably both regret it to be honest.
>”I-I don't care! Worst he can do is kill me, and I'd rather be dead than be some pet.”
>The pounding in your head finally forces you to give up. This was hopeless.
>As you make your way out of the basement pause briefly at the top of the stairwell.
“Want something to eat or anything?”
>”I SAID-”
“I know” you interrupt her, mumble dejectedly as you pass through the door. 

“Go buck myself..”
>..
>This had taken all damn morning.
>2 hours finding a place that sells these things.
>An hour of staring at it on your kitchen table.
>A few hours practicing out back.
>And of course about an hour spent in the bathroom bandaging yourself up.
>That's good progress, maybe you can put this off for another day?
>I mean, you still had 3 weeks.
>The thought makes you cringe.
>Yup, Calvino was coming down for a visit.
>Apparently Roldan, a fine bush pilot who flew many of your shipments on the main leg had recently come down with a case of being shot in the side of the head, and Calvino needed to discuss his replacement.
>And your progress with Rainbow Dash?
>Well, you knew she ate hay, but that's about it. 
>So it had finally come down to this.
>Taking a deep sigh you pick up the whip and head back down to the basement.
>..
>That-that looked like it hurt.. a lot.
>Somehow you envisioned a prolonged session, dozens of lashes like you'd seen in the movies.
>..but that sound, and that scream.
>One lash and she lay propped up on her side shaking, eyes screwed shut and wet with tears.
>A harsh red line cutting cruelly across her rear. 
>You didn't see blood at least, but that was going to take some time to heal.
“You ready to give this up?”
>Your voice is somehow cold and sterile, not betraying the desperate panic screaming in your brain.
>”G.g-buck yourself!”
>The second strike lands a good 3 inches from from the first.
>Her cries are piercing, but it's the look she gives you afterwards that burns into your soul.
>She hates you. Real honest hatred.
>The next 4 lashes don't seem to get you any closer.
>As you flick the whip out behind you in preparation for the 7th however she finally breaks.
>”NO!nnn-no..”

>She buries her snout into her front legs.
>”S-stop, ok ok. I-I'll do it..”
>You lower the whip and just stand there as she cries into the concrete floor.
>Eventually she looks up at you, cheeks still damp.
>The hate in her eyes has gone.
>What's left is almost worse, it's a kind of empty nothingness that unsettles you to the core.
>”S-so now what?”
>The question leaves you speechless.
>You, actually weren't sure.
>For someone who's life was about details and long term thinking, somehow you hadn't planned this part out.
>She said she'd do it, so what now, you untie her and trust that she won't just immediately bum-rush you. 
“I-uh..”
>You drop your shoulders, letting the whip fall to the floor.
“I don't know.”
>You admit with a resigned sigh.