Fire Lookout anon w/ Rainbow Dash

>be anon
>just found a promising job opportunity in the paper
>operating a fire tower in Yellowstone
>you can already imagine the blissful peace and quiet
>and the nature
>ad gives a list of suggested equipment
>hiking boots, gun, backpack... pegasus?
"What in the hell?"
>you decide to go with it

>be at pet store browsing the 'pony' section
>nothing stands out
>apart from one mare
>the collar suggests that her name is Rainbow Dash
>she looks dead inside
>athletic and sturdy
>the ad reccomends that your pony should have at least some experience with weather
>Her cutie mark is of a raincloud with a rainbow bolt of lightning
>actually her entire style is rainbow
>both her mane and tail are dyed rainbow
>its a shame that she is covered in so much grime
>you call over a clerk and tell him that you have chosen her
>holy fuck she's expensive
>you walk out the door, leash in hand
>you order her to climb into your pickup truck
>silence
>she sits there, looking out of the window
>the reflection reveals thet she is crying
>you reach out your hand to pat her on the head but she fails to acknowledge your presence
>on the way home you stop at REI to get some gear
>following the advertisement, you gather a cartful of supplies
>you even bought some backpacking clothes
>one of your most prized possessions is a polypropylene shirt with long sleeves
>comfortable as fuck
>you return to the truck
>Rainbow Dash's ears perk up as you turn the ignition key
>she doesnt seem to like being in a car
"don't worry, we're almost home "
>nothing
"Can you even talk?" You snap
>she finally speaks up
>"s-sorry master, I assumed that you wanted me to not talk."
>you were getting somewhere
"Why would you think I would do that?"
>"all of my previous masters requested so, so I assumed you would be the same"
>some slave owners actually prefer that their ponies act like mindless pets
>it never made much sense
>you are now pulling into your driveway
>on your limited funds you really could only afford a tiny shithole of a trailer
>you don't even own the furniture
>you turn off the ignition and got out of the truck, Dash following suit
>it's getting late
>damn its cold
>you open your door and enter the trailer
>only for the door to slam shut on the leash, trapping Rainbow Dash outside
>those fucking springs
>you let her in, this time holding it open
"I am so sorry, I never meant to do that!"
>you cry out
>once inside you examine her
>now you understand why she was so expensive
>her muscles were well toned
>she could outrun a racing dog. Hands down.
>and her wings are in good shape too
>Rainbow Dash was also dirty
>her coat almost brown with dirt
>her hair unkempt and full of knots
>and that smell
>they only wash their ponies once every two weeks according to a friend of yours who works at a similar pet store
>it clearly shows
>she smells like a mixture of sweat and dirt and something else rancid that you can't quite place
>there is a silver lining
>the pet store chain is widely known for their ethical treatment of merchandise, which you admire
>but this doesnt mean she didn't escape mistreatment from her previous masters
>you had to check
>running your hands through her back, not finding anything.
>you flip her over, maybe too hard
>"gah" she cries
"Sorry"
>you scan her underside
>feeling around the side of her barrel
>Dash winced
>you let up a little
>it was a bruise
"what happened here?"
>"m-my second master. He k-kicked me for speaking" she replied shakily
"Anything else?"
>"my third master's fill- I mean daughter b-burned my leg with a m-metal stick"
>probably a curling iron
>fucking children
>they think they are entitled to shit they don't deserve
"Is that all?"
She nods
>this is where the real fun begins
>it's bath time