Twilight the Hassenfeld Pony [Capped/Feels/Philosophy]

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>You are a Hassenfeld pony.
>Your name is Twilight Sparkle.
>Anon, your master, will be home in two hours. With your chores done, you are reading and contemplating.
>You think about things a lot because you are Twilight Sparkle. The bioengineering company designed you this way.
>You have read about Hassenfeld ponies. Anon purchased you and raised you from nascency since he removed you from your cryo-box and, by Hassenfeld Bro's design of your brain, he imprinted on you before you can remember.
>Anon purchased you for love and sex, and the imprinting is why you are sexually attracted to him. You almost find it sad that your feelings for him were bioengineered.
>Anon brings you to the library occasionally to check out books, but other than that he seldom lets you leave the house.
>You belong to him, his sex slave, though you are ok with it. Are you ok with it?
>Hassenfeld ponies are always naked, designed for sex, nudity the mark of their caste. Humans get to wear clothes because they are to each other who they are.
>Sure, in a sense Anon likes you for who you are — he purchased the Twilight Sparkle model for a reason — but your personality and physical appearance are just to pleasure him.
>It would be denigrating and insulting if you hadn't long accepted being his fuck-toy and pet.
>With your intellect and erudition, you could be a respected scientist if you were human.
>But even if you run away you would just be returned to him, and he would beat you or lock you in the closet for a day.
>You have distress signals that activate and alert Hassenfeld Bros if there is any serious abuse, but what Anon does is not severe enough to activate your distress signals, and society condones such corrective behavior as his against bioengineered sex slaves like you; it is standard.
>You become aroused thinking about it, that you, with your intellect and capacity and potential, are nothing but a fuck-toy, pet, and slave to him, and that there is no escape—society would just return you to him to get fucked and humiliated over and over.
>At least he lets you read books. After all, you are his Twilight Sparkle fuck-toy, bioengineered in the image of that bibliophilic unicorn from the show. To what extent are you even free in yourself?
>You return to reading Sartre.

>"Man is condemned to be free," Sartre writes.
>Dosteyevsky writes something similar, that "Man has no greater tormenting care than to find someone to whom he can hand over as quickly as possible that gift of freedom with which the miserable creature is born."
>Man made you for a reason, after all. They are free, and they are miserable, "Left alone without excuse."
>To whom would man supplicate excuse? To himself, his only judge, spiteful and self-excoriating. Man seeks to escape himself and by his freedom man digs the pit of his misery whose assurance is his longing.
>This is why they made you, for love and sex and warmth and company that man can own, ironically without relinquishing any of his freedom as he would in a relationship that respects the other as equal. The superficies of your personality and your naked body and genitals are his to own for admiration and cuddles and sex and chores.
>At this you smile, forlorn but content. You are his, and your purpose in life is this. To no-one else do you exist, nor can you, and your identity is carnality.
>You've thought about it a lot, and you are happier this way. You'd rather not be someone like Anon. You have no self to appease, no purpose in life to seek and fail; all existentialism is for you resolved by how and for what man designed you and maintains you in society, by Anon whose misery your assuaging is all you are.
>As a human you might seek to secure meaning by your erudition, study grasping for one thing after another, flee from yourself on the internet and in fantasy.
>But you? You are free from that. Man created you for your body and the superficies of your personality, and you cannot escape Anon for whom you were programmed to have feelings and impulses and by whom you are castigated to obey.
>Your slavery is your freedom.
>Anon will be home soon. Time to please him.