Anon and the box poni [WIP]

>Been in pony land a few years now
>made a metric fuckton of bits selling tech that you can just about remember the workings of from shit you read on wikipidia.
>living le high life, Ballin'
>except not really cause theres shit all to spend all those bits on, you ain't the flashy type after all,
>and doesn't change the fact you're still the only human here
>ponies be accepting and all, but that ain't getting you laid
>hate to admit it but there might be some truth to that whole money not buying happiness bull
>walking to Ponyville market to get some food
>note pony laying in a cardboard box
>dull orange coat, brown mane, you guess at female from this distance
>odd, first time you've seen what you would guess is a homeless pony
>adjust your route a bit to get you closer, you had perhaps naively thought homelessness wasn't a thing in pony land, and certainly in Ponyville
>she doesn't look like she's doing so well
>you're still a way off to the side but from just the parts of her you can see outside the box it's obvious she's dirty, thin and looking as down trodden as you've even seen a pony be
> pick up the rough writing on the box, 5 bits hoofjob, 10 bits fulltime, 20 bits anything.
>okay yeah, she's whoring ... yeah, okay... damn
>shit homelessness and hooking talk about breaking your world view of this supposed paradise.
>keep heading toward the market
> you might be rich,
>and you might even feel bad for her
>but one does not simply forget the lessons learnt from a couple of decades growing up in a huge shit hole city in the human world.
>slip back into your routine with practiced ease
>grab food; buy a bottle of cider from Applejack
> The hard stuff she keeps under the counter, good shit, if a little pricey
>walk home
>note box poni is still there, looks like she hasn't moved at all in fact
>shrug and get home in good time
>rains pretty hard that night
>your prime concern is the pair of pants you left drying outside
>mid morning and you're after some info for work
>head to Ponyville library
>box poni is still theresame as before
>except her box is a deformed mass just about supporting its own weight
>box ponies mane is clearly still damp and it sticks to the side of her neck and head
>keep heading toward the library
>twilight is asleep
>princess of the afternoon fits better than friendship, lazy arse
>spike is helpful as ever tho
> a bit awkward as ever also
>break up his whining etc. and ask about homeless ponies
>happens here and there, the crown normally help them out
>wonder if box poni slipped through the cracks or pushed through
>fuck it, you got time, you got money, and for whatever reason your interest is piqued
>grab two apples on the way
>box poni is still in the same sorry state when you get there
>you begin to wonder if shes even had a customer in these past days
>get a uneasy feeling as your close in
>has it really been so long since you stepped out your comfort zone, fuck
>box poni sees you as you get to the 20 foot mark
>her eyes widen as it dawns on her it's her you're aiming for, not the first time you've had that reaction
>she scuffles to a seating postion as you stop in front of her
>"good morning, um... sir"
>her voice is quite and as weak as her currernt condition looks
>now you can get a good view of her you can see that the question of customers can be solved
>her coat, tail and mane all bare some very jizz like stains
>worse is what you think looks like swelling around her left eye and left foreleg
>the darker side of life in Equestria had brought you here, now you weren't sure you wanted to know
"hi"
>not the confident start you were hoping for
"the stuff on the side" you give a point to the now barely legible writing "it still valid?"
>she visibly tightens