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- >The mare cautiously pokes her head into your cell
- >Her owlish blinking betrays the fact that she can hardly see
- >Perfect
- >"Uh- Um, hello? Is anypony here?"
- >You clear your throat, watching her head snap to where you sat on the bed
- "Enter."
- >The mare audibly swallows before leaving the wedge of light from the door
- >Her hoofsteps echo ominously in the confined cell and you can see her become more and more perturbed with each step she takes
- >When she is mere feet from you you give a quiet command
- "Stop."
- >She stops
- "Sit."
- >Her rump hits the floor with a muted thump
- >You watch her strain to make out anything in the dark, her tail curled around herself protectively
- >You can't help but feel as though she were a foolish prey beast, walking into its predator's den
- >She can feel it too
- >Her eyes dart around, desperately trying to see what awaits her
- >Eventually, you grow tired of waiting
- "Speak."
- >She starts shaking before opening her mouth
- >All that comes out is a muted squeak
- >The mare flinches back before lick her lips, swallowing and trying again
- >"Uh, I... I-"
- "Name first."
- >She flinches again and whimpers quietly before working up the courage to speak again
- >"M-my name is..." she lets out a shaky breath, "My name is Sprout, Brussels Sprout."
- "What business do you have with me, Ms. Sprout?"
- >You lower your voice, smiling as it rumbles off of the wall
- >"I h-heard you trade... trade favours with ponies."
- >You quirk an eyebrow. You know she can't see it, but just in case...
- "And where did you learn of this, Miss Sprout? These kinds of things would be a very sensitive topic."
- >At the word 'sensitive', you lean forward, bed creaking, and brush Brussels' blueish bangs out of her eyes
- >She flinches away from the contact before leaning back in again
- >"U-um, nopo-, nopony told me anything I sw-"
- >You cut her off with a finger rubbing on her ear
- >She flinches away again but you don't let go
- >She quickly leans forward again closing her eyes and biting at her lower lip
- >You lean in, bringing your lips to her ear
- "I think I know who told you. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
- >You practically growl the last part out and blow gently on her ear
- >You could swear that she was sweating
- >Do ponies sweat?
- >Cookie sure was trying last nigh, goddamn
- >"Th-thank you, Mr. Anonymous."
- "Please, call me Anon. We are going to be partners, after all."
- >The mare is practically quivering
- "But first, what is your proposal, Miss Sprout?"
- >"Uh, mmm."
- >No response
- >You lift a finger off of her ear and her eyes snap open
- >"Oh! Um, I work as a cafeteria mare in the veggie section."
- >Ah, now it makes sense
- >Poor girl is lonely
- >Veggies are a mandatory part of the dinners here, but almost every prisoner does their best to skip that line
- >It's almost sad really
- "And?"
- >You lower your voice again, commanding her to continue
- >"A-and I was- Ah!"
- >She gasps suddenly as your other hand comes into play, gently rubbing her neck and withers
- "Miss Sprout?"
- >You prompt the poor mare
- >It's too easy, really
- >"I propose that you get and extra hooful of carrots during snack time in exchange for fifteen minutes of... Um..."
- >Sprout cuts off, drifting into silence
- "Of?"
- >Your query hangs
- >You can practically hear her blush
- >Then, quietly, so quiet you have to strain to hear it
- >"For fifteen minutes of scratchies a night."
- >She practically rushes through it, stumbling over her own words
- >You idly scratch at her ear and back, considering her offer
- "Add in a hoofful of broccoli and I'll give you forty-five minutes every Tuesday and Thursday after lunch."
- >You watch her breathing slow as she mulls over your counter offer
- >As she thinks, you run a finger over her collar bone, while your other hand scratches under her chin
- >As it stands, your offer was very generous, she would be a fool not to take it
- >Sprout closes her eyes and hums again, lost in thought
- "Miss Sprout?"
- >She focuses again
- >"You are very generous, Anon. I accept your offer with one condition."
- "Oh?"
- >"You call me Sprout during out sessions."
- >You smile at her directness
- "Very well, Miss Sprout. We start tomorrow."
- >You give her hoof a firm shake that she weakly returns
- "Now, out with you. It's almost afternoon snack time and I'm feeling rather... Ravenous."
- >She tenses back up at your questionable wordchoice before letting go of the breath she was holding and quietly trotting out the door
- >Next day: Snack Time
- >You stop by the veggie station, ready for your extra helping of cellulose
- >You catch Sprout's eyes as she lifts an extra hoofful of carrots and broccoli from the dish
- >Holding her gaze while she guides the ladle, you give her a small, gentle smile
- >Her hoof is practically shaking
- >As the last of the veggies lands your smile widens
- "Thank you, Sprout."
- >The ladle clatters to the tray and Sprout stutters something back, blushing furiously
- >Laughing to yourself, you sit down with your homeboys de jour and regale them with your feats of Baddassitude.
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