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- >You are Anon.
- >And you've just force-fed a raw steak to a little technicolor pony.
- >She wasn't the one you wanted to buy, but still, does that warrant what you did?
- >Seriously, what did she ever do to you?
- >From your side of the room, you can see the little yellow-and-pink ball that is her sprawled in the corner.
- >She's been bawling for half an hour, no sign of stopping.
- >Holy shit, the mare's got waterworks.
- >The rush faded away 20 minutes ago.
- >Her suffering is no longer making you happy.
- >You're no longer happy.
- >This is actually kind of sad.
- >Well...
- >At any rate, you can't just leave her there.
- >You leave your position propped up against the wall, and stand.
- >Carry your pone into the living room, all the while she's sniffling and mumbling incoherently.
- >Drop her on the sofa.
- >Yes, drop her. The pathetic whimper you know she'll make is too good to pass up.
- >Stuff like that always makes you feel good on the inside.
- >You make yourself some toast; torturing an innocent little furball sure drains you.
- >You don't know what compels you to wait around until she finally begins to sleep.
- >Chewing on the piece of burnt toast, you think, but would never admit, that it's some fatherly instinct you've been trying to ignore.
- >She looks so peaceful curled up on the couch.
- >Go away, conscience. Please kindly shut the hell up.
- >A quick check of the clock shows you that it's get-the-fuck-to-bed time.
- >Well into the real nigga hours.
- >If there's one thing you're happy for, it is the sleep that quickly overtakes you.
- >You drag yourself out of bed at 6 in the morning.
- >Didn't get much sleep, but you've got enough.
- >You pull on some shitty clothes, not expecting to leave the house today.
- >Slightly oversized t-shirt, an alright pair of pants, and a sweatshirt, you're also going barefoot.
- >As you enter the living room, you note the yellow pony's absence.
- "An early bird, huh?"
- >You proceed to flop on the sofa.
- >TV remote is just within your reach...
- >With more willpower than movement, you manage to inch it into your hand after a couple tries.
- >Flipping through news channels you glimpse the pony's yellow face peeking around the doorway.
- >It's gone before you finish turning your head.
- >You call after her:
- "Hey! Hey, wait!"
- >No response at all.
- >She's terrified of you.
- *sigh*
- >And you don't blame her, you get pretty bad when you're mad.
- >Not to mention a moderate sadism issue on your part.
- >Yeeeeah.
- >You'd better at least apologize so she isn't permanently scared of you.
- >You wouldn't exactly enjoy that.
- >Alright, you stand up and poke your head outside the doorway.
- >You search for a second, looking down one side of the hallway, then the other.
- >Doesn't look like anything is around in the rooms to your right.
- >After a brief search, you turn your head to the left to see a pink tail and a bit of a leg poking out from a pile of laundry.
- >Fucking seriously.
- >11/10, 2stealthy4me.
- "Nice hiding spot, can't see you at all"
- >A slightly-muffled, timid squeak is the response. Seriously, the sounds this pony makes.
- "I'm not gonna hurt you or anything, please just come out,"
- >...
- >Worth a try.
- "I just wanted to apologize. I went completely overboard last night and kind of took out my anger on you,"
- >Nothing?
- >Well, you did kind of force her to eat half a pound of raw meat.
- "Fine, you win, uh... wow, I never got your name, did I?"
- >So much for that, you begin to turn away.
- >It takes you completely by surprise when she answers you.
- >"Fluttershy. My name, it's Fluttershy"
- >A while passes as you watch the news.
- >It's typical stuff going on around the world:
- >That revolt of pony slaves in Kansas and Nebraska was finally put down.
- >The UN was bickering about stuff.
- >Some of the last of the Equestrian Royal Guard was killed or captured in an allied raid on their hideout.
- >And the price of gas went down from the $5 a gallon it was, barely.
- >Fluttershy enters the room during a commercial break, took her long enough.
- >She keeps her distance, though, she's still wary of you.
- >She doesn't seem like the type to walk up and start a conversation, the pony probably has something to ask you.
- >You ask her first.
- "What's up? Do you need something?"
- >You turn the TV off and look over at her.
- >She stands nervously, eyes trained down at her hooves.
- >"Well, uh, do you have any food that I could eat, i-if that's okay?"
- >The mare looks up at you inquisitively.
- >She must still be scared that breakfast today will be a repeat of last night.
- >You smile warmly, you make sure she recognizes it as genuine.
- "Yeah, actually. I was gonna make breakfast in a bit; gotta see what I have, but there'll be something,"
- >It's met with a quiet "Thank you"
- >Reach the kitchen, Flutter trailing behind you.
- >Gesturing to a bag of bagels, you ask:
- "You like bagels?"
- >She can only barely see them over the counter.
- >"Oh, I've never had one before, but I'm sure they're good,"
- >Okay, let's see what else you have.
- >You search the cupboards; they're never well-stocked, but you actually manage to find an unopened box of cereal off to the side.
- >You hold it out to her.
- "Looks like I've got some cereal, if you'd rather have that,"
- >She examines the minimalistic store-brand box.
- >"This also looks good, though,"
- >You point towards a bowl over on the other side of the room as the pony puts the cereal box on the counter.
- >"There's some fruit over there, if you'd rather have that,"
- >"Fruit sounds good, too,"
- >She keeps this up as you offer you think she could eat.
- >You'll have to make her choose.
- "Alright, but which one do you want?"
- >She examines everything you've set aside.
- >You can't like everything, now can you?
- >"Um, well, uh, I kind of might actually like... Nevermind, nevermind,"
- >pone_refuses_to_form_opinions_about_breakfast_and_it's_getting_slightly_irritating.jpg
- >You decide to help her along.
- "If you can't tell me what you want, at least tell me what you think you want,"
- >She should be able to recognize the impatience in your voice.
- >She contemplates this for a second.
- >"O-okay, I was kind of thinking that I'd like like some cereal, but a bagel sounds interesting,"
- >You grab the cereal box as she is talking and pour her a bowl.
- >"U-uh I was kind of thinking I-"
- "Do you like your cereal with milk?"
- >"Might have possibly wanted a bagel,"
- >You open the fridge and grab the milk jug.
- "You couldn't make up your mind, so I decided for you. Now let me ask again, do you prefer cereal with milk?"
- >Kind of harsh, but you do legally own her, as a slave, at that.
- >She's lucky you gave her a choice at all.
- >She considers it for a moment.
- >"Oh, alright, I guess I do"
- >That's fucking right. Your pony is not an "I don't eat cereal with milk" weirdo.
- >You were pretty sure people like that were alien spies or some shit.
- >You pour some in the bowl, and put the milk on the counter.
- >Take a spoon for her, just to be safe.
- >You look over to Fluttershy, she's sitting on the floor out of your way, but still watching what you're doing.
- >Nope, you're not exactly sure how a pony eats something like cereal.
- >You get yourself some, too.
- >Mostly because the box is still open, you've always been kind of lazy.
- >You bring the two bowls into the living room, she gets up and follows.
- "So, Fluttershy, what'd you do before all this?"
- >You place the bowls on the coffee table and take a seat.
- >She hesitates to get on the couch for a second, but eventually joins you.
- >"Oh, I took care of animals, it was great! There were sooooo many critters and...
- >Elaborating on the subject, she ends up giving you a continuous, five-minute-long run-on sentence, describing every unnecessary, excruciating detail about her "animal friends".
- >It's pretty cute.
- >You have to admit *she's* cute, too.
- >This is the happiest you've ever seen her, and it melts yo heart like diabeetus.
- >The bowls have been sitting out for all this time, you know what that means.
- "Hope you don't mind soggy cereal there,"
- >She looks sadly at her breakfast, then to you:
- >"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
- >You sigh and shake your head.
- "It happens, Flutter. If you still feel like eating it, go ahead,"
- >You're not (too) pissed, and soggy cereal is still food.
- >She seems to share the sentiment, eating the stuff straight from the bowl.
- >So that's how they do it.
- >Huh.
- >You turn the TV on, it's still on the news channel.
- >"... latest reports of gunfire in Washington, D.C., at least 4 dead, Many more wounded, and this is coming to us just as-"
- >You shut the TV down.
- >So much for that.
- >After turning off the TV you spend much of the day in conversation with Fluttershy.
- >It's mostly small talk while the both of you tidy up the house.
- >She tells you about life back where she came from.
- >The little community she lived in, the adventures she had, the friends she loved.
- >It would seem as if she had a pretty nice life.
- >Your life really wasn't that great.
- >But considering what you'd seen other people go through in the past few years?
- >Oh, it sure as hell wasn't the worst.
- >You had finished your bachelor's degree a year ago, and now ran the family store.
- >You weren't drafted, either, but that was a very close call.
- >They'd actually called your birthday on the service lottery back when the war was at its climax.
- >It was getting brutal over there.
- >The sole reason that kept you out of the meat grinder was a tibia that never healed correctly.
- >You ponder what might have happened differently over a pile of unfinished tax papers, while Flutter hovers a couple feet in the air, sweeping the floor.
- >It's strange how they can fly with wings that small.
- >Considering the fact that it's early December, the sun has almost set, even though it's only 4:00.
- >Tomorrow is the first day you put your pony to work.
- >Yep, you definitely aren't rich enough to buy a slave just as a companion and light housekeeper.
- >You'd gone over this with her already.
- >You'll have to show her how things work, but manning the cash register and restocking shelves isn't too hard.
- >Just tedious.
- >Except for when someone tries to sneak out a solar panel or dynamo to get around electricity rationing.
- >Or, when someone abandons stealth completely and tries to rob you.
- >So many people carry weapons on them these days.
- >Hence why you keep a glock under the counter.
- >17 shots, no 38.
- >The sad part is that it's actually come in handy before.
- >Multiple times.
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