9-5 Working Anon by Meunster

Written by Meunster in the My Loyal Ponies: Submission is Mandatory thread on /mlp/ https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/catalog#s=Submission

>You were anon, working a simple 9-5 job, living on the outskirts of ponyville, and spending your free time on the porch reading.
>You only got an hour of reading before it was time to make dinner, then another hour of reading, and then you had to bath and get ready for bed. The grind allowed you just enough time to enjoy yourself, while keeping most of your time to work. It’d been a year in equestria. You were running out of books to read. In the colorful world of small horses there were no books that quite scratched your itch. You're all too human, as to be expected from a chinese cartoon image board browser user, itches, cravings, needings. You could make it yourself. Write a book, introduce such things to the world, but then what would happen? You’d get a visit from the princess and told to cease and desists because that was anti moral propaganda. You were repressing it, bottling it up. Itch is truly a worthy metaphor. Cause the thought is what makes it worse, and it only gets worse. Like seeing how long you can go without scratching your nose. Cause now your nose itches. Just see.
>See, not long. You’d been repressing an itch like that for an entire year.
>No longer repressing that itch. You happened to stumble across a poor lil pony. Well more she ran into you. You were out chopping wood for a new book shelf. She with tears in her eyes ran right into you. She looked down on her luck, running out of ponytown. Blue mane, hat and cape. you knew her from the show. She stood right back up and shakily ran off again.
“Trixie stop!”
>She stops running and turns to you.
>”how do you know Trixie’s name?”
“I have some might of my own, miss great and powerful. Come with me into my house, tell me about your problems.”
>”Trixie does not require such pity, but surely talking to a psychic bipedal creature will boost Trixies reputation. She will follow you.”

>You lead her into your house. Sit her down at your dining room table and begin to conversate. She is slow to tell you the problem, but he eventually does. She was ran out of ponyville again. By Twilight for some dumb reason. Back to being a background character who no one care about. Of course, she let her arrogance get in the way. Blaming all her problems on those fools in ponyville. She was at the half hour mark for explaining how people in ponyville will pay when you stood up.
>”What are you doing, trixie isn’t done with you, I have more to say.”

“I’m tired of you talking.” you begin to walk towards her.
>”Get back you oaf, trixie doesn’t want you near her.
“shh, little pony, haven't you read stirner? This is the order of things.” You place a hand on her head.
>She tries to back away from your touch. You grab a handful of her hair and jerk her off the chair.
>She begins to scream and kick, You live far enough away from town that no one will hear her.
>Still it’s annoying you decide gag her and bind her hoofs with rope.
>You take her to the basement. tying the ropes extra tight and tying the ends around your washing machine. You hadn’t expected to catch such a succulent fly in your strings just yet. You needed to grab supplies.
“Stay put, I’ll be back later.”
>with that you head to the bank, withdraw some of your spending cash and then head to the pet store. You find one of those stakes you can put into the ground, the cork screw type, with an eye hole on the top. You get one of those then go to grab chains. All of the ones look flimsy.
“Excuse me, store clerk, which of these chains would you recomend for a very large dog.”
>the clerk comes over to look at the selection. “Well how big is it?”
“uhm.. timber wolf sized.”
>”there are no breeds of dog that size, we don’t have chains to hold that, why do you even need chains that big? you caught a timber wolf or something.”
“uh.. yeah, I found one on my property, was gonna keep it as a pet. Reminds me of my dog at home. you know?”
>she looks surprised. “that is quite something, weird ponies like you have weird pets i guess.”
“I’m not a pony.”

>”Habit, sorry, well you should go check the hardware store.”
>You go to the hardware store, grabbing some cement and heavy duty chains.
>Next stop is the leather shop to get a collar. The old man at the counter is genuinely surprised that you had caught a timber wolf and gives you colar that will surely stay on. It is thick as fuck and made of some of the strongest leather you’ve felt.
>You head back home. When you approach you see her blue flank running out your front door.
>you drop your bags and quickly race after her.
>She isn’t the quickest and you easily tackle her to the ground then sling her over your shoulder, taking her back to the basement.
>”Let me go you fool, you oaf, human orc! sicko!”
“How did you get out anyway?”
>She puffs her chest out. “Magic, you forgot Trixie is a proud unicorn.”
>fuck, you did. Actually guess she did too. Can’t blame her, being kidnapped is very stressful. you were out for an hour, she must of been panicking for awhile.
“Well, I’ll let you off easy this time. Since I didn’t have it all setup, but anymore attempts to escape will be punished”
>she humps and begins pounding her hoofs on your back. It’s cute, it just feels like giant pillows hitting you.
>You scoop your supplies back up from where you dropped them in the other hand and carry them all back inside.
“Say, why haven't you used your magic again?”
>”Do you know nothing? the great and powerful trixie must regain her strength to use her magic.”
“Ahh, how long till that happens?”

>”Now!” she twists over and her horn glows a soft blue. You react by reaching a hand up and grabbing it. She begins to wail. The glowing stops and she goes into full panic mode. Kicking and screaming as your hold on the horn tightens.
>”Stop stop, it hurts, stop!” She is despratly trying to smack your hand off her horn.
>you let go.
“Sensitive, huh?”
>She huffs and just nods.
>this magic was going to be a problem. You had work tomorrow. you couldn’t have her teleporting out while you were away. Though once you break her you can have a cute lil magic girl pet. Until then it’ll be a pain. You probably can’t risk it though, at least she is somewhat cooperative. Suspiciously cooperative.
“Why don’t you struggle more?”
>”Trixie is struggling, but you’re a bucking giant. What do you want trixie to do?”
>Oh, ponies are weaker than originally thought. you guess.
“You’re not going to like what I have to do next.”
>she looks only slightly worried. Damn that apathetic, holier than thou facade is abit enraging, she won’t have it for long though.


>You place her on your table. Tying her down with rope.
“No magic.” you tell her before going down stairs. You have no cement mixer. You just kind read the instructions, put water in your washing machine and then throw some of the cement mix in. You have it churn together until it looks like it will solidify normally then place the Giant screw into it. Hopefully it will become a weight to chain her to that she can’t break.
>you grab the hacksaw and head back upstairs. It was already dark outside. Your normal bath and sleep time. That would have to wait.