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- >You were taking a stroll through the park after a long day at work, when you stumble upon a Pegasus in a box.
- >She was orange with a pinkish mane and small, underdeveloped wings.
- "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.
- >Next to her box is a small sign made of card board that reads “will do anything for bits”
- >"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 think about the poor pony in her little box for a long while afterwards.
- >You get a late lunch at the Sugarcube Corner, dealing with Pinkie Pie’s usual antics, and grab an ice cream cone
- >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."
- >You remember that her sing had said “anything”
- >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.
- >You remain silent and let her try to compose herself, and watch as she fails.
- >"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.
- >You are not sure what the ending of this story is but you can tell it was not a good one for her…
- >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."
- >This was not the ending you had imagined…and it made you feel more uncomfortable than you imagined it would, but you kept a plain face
- "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.
- >She was obviously in her early twenties and it was certainty unusual for her not to have one
- >"My whole life it's been the same, I'm a freak. Even now only the most desperate stallions will buy me."
- >”Even my childhood friends have Cutie marks and have abandoned 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.
- >”Why are you doing this?” She asks, seemingly unable to understand your harshness quickly followed by acts of kindness
- >You stand there and ponder her question
- >Truth be told, you didn’t understand yourself…
- >You just saw her in her little box, looking like she had no life in her at all, and you had to act
- >Unusual for you, to say the least!
- >She licks the ice cream, just as you were a moment ago, waiting for you to answer.
- >It seems you are not the only one who can be patient.
- “I am not entirely sure… I just saw a bit of myself in you I guess...”
- >You think back to when you first arrived in Equestria almost three years ago
- >To say you had a hard time in the beginning would be an understatement!
- >You were initially mistrusted and hated by the general pony community.
- >It didn’t help that you spoke different languages.
- >Finally, Purplesmart, as you knew her back then, helped you to learn the language and things got a little better.
- >The ponies were still apprehensive, but they were coming around
- >Than you met Princess Celestia and Princess Luna…
- >They were very cautious at first, going so far as to lock you up in the dungeons of Canterlot until they were convinced you were trustworthy
- >It took a month of this, but you were able to win them over
- >You were returned to Ponyville and were greeted by your only friends in existence at the time, Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle
- >You refused help form either of them when it came to housing and chose to live on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest
- >You had little luck when it came to jobs, but you saved up every bit you earned from the odd jobs you did until you had a stroke of luck that on even Celestia herself could predict…
- >You met Vinyl Scratch, and you two hit it off immediately!
- >You were always a kinda chill guy which seemed to compliment her insane party going nature
- >After a while of awesome friendship, she asked you some personal questions
- >”What do you do for work Anon?” She asked one day at lunch
- “I actually don’t have a regular job I just do whatever I can” You quietly admitted
- >She looks at you incredulously, “And you didn’t think to ask for a job?!?!”
- >After that she hired you on as her personal assistant which paid quiet well
- >When she heard you were homeless not a week after that she was even angrier!
- >She insisted on helping you have a house built and contacted a fan of hers who did contracting and would help.
- >They had the house built in two months flat
- >Fucking magic…
- >Now you are the security advisor for Vinyl and help her keep her concerts under control
- >You snap back from your little reminiscing session and notice the ice cream you had given her was almost gone
- >You must have been standing there for a hot minuet
- >”Are you ok” she asked, some concern touching her face
- “Yeah, just remembering some old stuff…”
- >She finishes the ice cream cone off and picks up the bits you had given her
- >”Here… I will give you three bits to hear about that stuff!”
- >You stare at the bits for a moment before laughing and pocketing them
- “Hehehe, sure, I can deal with that! What’s your name little lady?”
- >She looks down at the ground before saying, “Scootaloo…”
- >You remember hearing that name before but you can’t place it.
- “Well Scootaloo, my story is much longer than yours, hows about you come back to my house and I can tell you my story in comfort?”
- >You say this with a completely straight face and she nods
- >From inside her box she pulls out a scooter that looks to be a few sizes too small
- >Not waiting for any other answer, you take off at a brisk pace with Scootaloo following behind
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