Human and the box pone [WiIP]

>I was broken.
>I shouldn't even be alive.
>So much of me was taken away, my dignity, my spirit, my health...
>I didn't deserve to live.
>And yet here I was.
>Lying in a puddle of rainwater and garbage, I can only watch as ponies walk past carelessly, occasionally stepping in a puddle splashing water in my face.
>My stomach growls in pain, and I can only wonder how long it will be until it expels it's latest "meal".
>That meal, had rather been the absence of one. It had been filling, but only by the definition of the word.
>A few hours ago, after a particular bad day for business, or week, rather, I had finally given in to my hunger.
>The pain that never left my mind, and eventually won the battle.
>Reduced to desperation, I wanted to eat something, anything to reduce the pain.
>And so I ate.
>I ate the mud. I ate the mud at my hooves until my stomach finally stopped screaming, tears streaking down my face.
>And here I was, rolled up in a ball to sooth the pain my stomach made as it realized I had tricked it, and it was still without a meal.
>It wasn't the only pain I felt, all of my body had something to complain about.
>Ponyville.... was not a good place for whores.
>It had a large number of family orientated, married stallions.
>Few were single.
>And even fewer were desperate enough to resort to your services.
>And after the few that WERE desperate enough got their fill, they often didn't return.
>Most of my money was made from stallions only passing through the small town.
>Visitors, often with no incentive to at least keep me healthy enough for the next one.
>My eyes constantly watered, probably from an infection.
>Or maybe I just couldn't deal with it.
>No matter how much I tried, each session took away a little part of me I didn't know I had left.
>It never got easier to do, it just hurt less each time.
>And yet, somehow my body didn't want to give up.
>My heartbeat was irregular, I could hardly remember the last time I ate, I had broken bones and bruised muscles...
>How was I still able to breathe?
>Slowly, I close my eyes for the night. I didn't care if I opened them up tomorrow, or not.
>The sound of rain dulls as sleep takes hold over my body, and slowly the pain seeps away.
>Everything gets quieter, the rain, the footsteps running towards me, the...
>Wait, footsteps?
>I barely have time to open my eyes before something comes crashing into my side, ripping apart my soaked box effortlessly.
>Winded, and my ribs screaming in pain, I roll into a nearby puddle.
>I hear a loud splash of some massive creatures falling into a puddle nearby.
"Uggh..."
>"Owww, oh jeez, did I knock over somebody?"
>Some'body'?
>"Hey, Miss? Are you alright?"
>I am not alright. I can't remember the last time I've been alright. I just let out a groan out in response.
>I hear him approach me, and I force my eyes open to see him. In the dim light, I can just barely make out his figure.
>He's unlike anything I've ever seen. A tall, massive creature somehow balancing on two legs with two long arms hanging down from near the top of his body.
>At first I though he was a Minotaur, but his face is too wrong for that. No horns or large years, his face is unusually flat.
>He kneels down next to me (at least, I think he's kneeling) and reaches for me.
>I'm paralyzed with fear, I want to run away and hide but before I can he's already got me in his hands.
>Hands.
>He's... Holding my head upright, out of the puddle with one hand, and using the other to feel my fur.
>"God, I'm so sorry. I was running home to get out of this rain, and I guess I didn't see were I was going..."
>I force out a smile. At least he wasn't trying to hurt me intentionally...
"I-It's f-fine." I say, only now realizing I'm shivering.
>"No, it's not fine. Now you're all muddy and... Hey, I'm sure you're busy, but my house is just up ahead, maybe you can come with me and clean off?"
>My eyes go wide at the prospect of getting clean.
>Is... Is this my lucky break?
>Or am I going to be lured into a strange creature's home, and raped, eaten or both?
>I look to my box, the tattered remains of it at least.
>I sigh. Even if he was going to do that, it wouldn't be much worse than getting hypothermia out here.
>I nod my head in agreement, and try to raise myself on my hooves.
>Putting pressure on my left forehoof, I let out a light yelp in pain as it collapses underneath me and I fall back into the mud.
>Was it sprained? Broken?
>"Oh man, I didn't know it was that bad. Here, mind if I..."
>You yelp in surprise as the creature puts both arms underneath you, and hoists you into the air.
>It appears I'm being carried.
>I take one last look longlingly at my box, and the creature follows my gaze.
>"Crap, I broke the box you were carrying. Want me to-"
"Leave it" I respond. "There's no point."
>The creature just shrugs in response, and begins the walk home. This time with me in his arms.