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I couldn’t just let that stand.  Pony is for love and hugs.

>A crashing sound comes from the kitchen.
>You raise your head, interrupted in your reading.
>This fucking slave.
>You get up and slowly make your way to the kitchen.
>You can hear her whimpers even before opening the door.
>Inside you see the filly, desperately trying to gather all the pieces of the plate she just broke.
>In her hurry she even cut her hoof, staining the tiles with droplets of her horse blood.
>She stops moving the instant you enter. She's not even willing to meet your eyes, only looking as high as your shin.
>The tears have already started.
"This is not the first time this week."
>She lowers her ears and looks away from you in shame.
"It's supposed to be simple: do your chores and don't break my stuff."
>The little pony is shaking on her spot, her tail firmly pressed around her rump.
>"P-Please Mas-"
"Shut it."
>She jumps just like if you hit her, then lower her head even more, her eyes shut tight.
>These fucking tiny horses.
>You take a step forward and squat in front of the trembling filly.
"You know the rules, don't you?"
>The little pony, eyes still firmly closed, vigorously nods her head, sending tears to the ground.
>You can only frown in response.
>You pick her up by the scruff of her neck and she freezes just like a kitten.
>Another whimper escapes her throat, but you ignore it.
>This damn filly never learns.
>You stomp through the house, filly still curled up and motionless except for her tears.
>You set her down on the bathroom counter and start digging through the shelves.
>Fucking slave needs to organize this shit next.
>...
>There it is.
>You angrily slam it onto the counter.
>She lets out a long whine. She knows exactly what's about to happen.

>You pull out a cotton ball and the bottle of rubbing alcohol.
>Her eyes snap open in fear as soon as you open the bottle. No mistaking that smell.
>You extend a hand to her-
"Hoof."
>She's trembling, but after a second she slowly complies.
>You take a firm hold of it. This part is never easy.
>The second the damp cotton ball touches the cut on her hoof, she whinnies and starts desperately trying to free herself.
>The tears of fear change to tears of pain as you disinfect the cut as gently as you can manage.
>And whose fucking fault is that?
>She knows. She KNOWS, to go and get you whenever she breaks something.
>Despite all her tugging and shoving and kicking she can't get her hoof free.
>You toss the slightly red cotton ball into the trash and rummage through the box of bandaids.
>The small ones always get buried under the others.
>You fumble a bit with the plastic on the back. Doing this with one hand is a pain in the ass.
>You rub a finger around the edge of the bandaid, making sure it's stuck on properly.
>And then you give it a short kiss and let go.
"There. All better."
>She's stopped trying to escape, but still won't meet your eyes.
>Fucking horses. Fuck.
>You flip down the toilet's lid and sit down, then grab her around the back and move her to your lap.
"You know why I'm upset, right?"
>She does, but keeps her head down and sniffles.
"I'm upset because you hurt yourself. I know you're trying your hardest but there's nothing wrong with needing help."
>You run a hand through her mane.
"Breaking a dish is fine. Accidents happen..."
>You move a hand under her chin and force her to look at you.
"But you know you're supposed to tell me so I can clean it up. All those sharp pieces are dangerous."
>She nods, but this is the third time this month you've given her this talk. Which means punishment time.


"So... For starters, you're grounded."
>And her ears instantly flop straight down.
"For tonight, and tomorrow. No sleeping in my bed."
>Her shakey gasp makes you worried you might be going too far.
>"But- but Master, I-"
"You broke the same rule three times in two weeks. I know you're trying to be a big girl but part of that is knowing when to ask for help."
>You get a sad nod in response as she curls her tail around herself.
"And if you break that rule again I'm taking away your candy too."
>Another slow, sad nod.
>Hopefully this'll be enough to get the message across.
"Now come on, I need to clean up that plate and you need to start the laundry."
>She hops off your lap and lands on three hooves, holding the injured one up.
>...or maybe you'll do the laundry today. She's looking more pathetic than usual.
>You decide to carry her with you instead of letting her limp through the house.
>Not by the scruff of her neck though. That's only for bad fillies.
>You set her down on the kitchen chair and give her an apple to snack on while you get to work on the plate.
>That ceramic piece of shit didn't just break, it exploded into shards like a fucking grenade.
>Your slave starts humming and lazily kicking her hooves back and forth as she munches the apple.
>Guess she got over her bout of tears already.
>...
>Maybe you should swap your plates for plastic next time you're at the store?
>It's not like you ever have guests, so it's fine if-
>Son of a BITCH
>And you just fucking cut yourself too.
>That's it, all your dishes are going into storage and you're a plastic pleb now.
>"Master! You're hurt!"
>Fuck, she noticed.
"It's fine."
>"It's not fine at all! You're bleeding!"
"Yeah, but I'm a human so it doesn't matter."
>You wipe off some of the blood with a paper towel and go back to picking up the shards of plate.
>...
>"It matters to me..."

>God damn tiny horse.