You always have a choice [Full]

>Strolling through the park, you stumble upon a pony in a box.
"Why are you in that box?"
>"Because I'm sick and poor, sir. This is my home."
>You frown then, watching her stare dejectedly into a puddle from the storm that was just beginning to pass.
>"Did you... Want to make a purchase?"
"Are you propositioning me?"
>She looks back up to you, bewilderment in her eyes.
>"Y-yes?"
>You shake your head gently and give her a disappointed 'tsk, tsk, tsk.' before kicking her sign over.
>The cardboard hastily absorbs the puddle she'd been staring into, hopelessly smearing the ink
>She doesn't react beyond a small whimper and a little scoot further into her box as you walk away.
>You're strolling back through the park, on your way home.
>The ice cream cone in your hand is four scoops of brightly colored, sprinkle coated diabetes.
>Something possess you to stop by the little mare in her box again.
"What's the most humiliating thing they've paid you to do?"
>She flinches at the sound of your voice, startled.
>She scowls up at your indifferent green face.
>"None of your business."
>Reaching into your pocket, you produce 3 bits and drop them between her hooves.
>She stares at the coins a long while before taking them.
>"Some mares paid me once to..."
>Her voice trails off as she relives the memories, but you say nothing.
>You simply lick at your ice cream, you're a pretty patient guy.
>"They paid me to use a strap on to rut them."
>Mid lick, you stop.
"That's it?"
>"No."
>She swallows then, steeling herself.
>"They shared me, used me like a toy. An entire week of Estrus, being passed from house to house." She looks up at you, expecting some reaction but finding none.
>"I-It was my season too."
>Oh, didn't expect that.
>"When I... When I climaxed accidentally they would punish me for ruining the fantasy that they'd paid good bits for."
>Her jaw is tight, brow furrowed. Tears cling to the corners of her eyes as she relives it all.
>"The worst of it was on the final day. The unicorn used her magic to pin me down and lock me into a stockade. I don't know where the buck she'd gotten it from..."
>The tears start to fall.
>"They dragged me down to the Everfree. Apparently they'd invited a select few individuals to some kind of orgy to end Estrus with a bang."
>She smiles at her dumb pun, you do as well. Her tears don't stop, however
>"They'd brought me there to be used as an object. They fixed the stockade to a stake in the ground and invited any of the stallions present to use me as they pleased"
>She sniffles, clenching her eyes shut as she wipes her tears away and takes a deep, quivering breath
A few long moments of emotional silence pass by while you simply enjoy your ice cream and wait.
>Finally, without looking up at you she asks, "You're not just going to leave it be, are you?"
"No."
>"Buck you."
"Not what I paid for."
>She angrily wipes her eyes again before pressing on, voice thick with emotion..
>"Not one. Not one stallion touched me that night. I had to listen to them have their way with every other pony there while they laughed at me. The poor, pathetic freak. All night I had to listen to them laugh at me and buck behind my back."
>She's speaking through clenched teeth now, fresh tears running down her face in glistening rivulets.
>"I climaxed to the sound of it. I was humiliated. I wanted to die, but I couldn't stop myself from having an orgasm as I listened to the other mares squealing."
"Why didn't they take you?"
>She looks up, surprised by your small frown and sad tone of voice.
>"Don't make me say it..."
>Once more, you wait. Patience sure does come in handy sometimes.
>With a sigh she pushes herself up onto her hooves and scoots out of her box, eyes closed.
>"Who would want to rut a blank flank?"
>A quick glance confirms that she did indeed lack a Cutie Mark.
>"My whole life it's been the same, I'm a freak. Even now only the most desperate stallions will buy me."
"Why not get a job?"
>"What job am I supposed to get? I have no talent!"
>You squat down, making yourself eye level with her.
"You have no Cutie Mark," you correct her.
"Which is a trait that most species seem to get along fine without."
>She opens her mouth to protest, but seems incapable of finding the words.
>Straightening back up, you take one last lick of your ice cream cone before holding it out to her.
"You always have choices, you're just making bad ones right now."
>She simply stares at you, tear stained eyes wide with puzzlement.
>She takes the ice cream cone, struggling to hold it awkwardly with her front hooves as you turn and continue on your way home.