One Lucky Pet

>"Awww, look at her! She's the cutest, wutest little thing I ever seen!"
>"Isn't she just? Don't be shy, Lucky, go and say hI! Go makes friends with Fiona!"
"Hi Lucky! Hiya girl!"
>Be Anon
>But right now everyone calls you Lucky
>Because right now you're a pretty little horse, with pink fur and a baby blue mane
>You have a collar with your new name on it, with a leash attached
>And right now a very pretty, very tall and very happy woman was petting your head into oblivion
>Stroking your hair, scratching your ears, and so on
>She was talking to you like you were a baby
>"Lucky Loo! Lucky Wucky Woo! Who's a good girl? You are!"
>You were doing a Masters in Literature three weeks ago for gods sake
>This should really piss you the fuck off
>Paraded around in public-on a leash, no less!-, talked down to, degraded
>But, well, ear scratching feels all kinds of good
>So currently you're finding it hard to stay mad
>Not like you can talk anyway
>So you droop your head and stand there and take it, like a good pet
>"Oh she's so well behaved! How old is she?"
>"Oh the animal shelter guys weren't entirely sure" says your...urgh, "owner"
>"They think she must have had some training though, cause she's so well behaved."
>That rankles you
>You're not some docile animal, you're a human being!
>You were just waiting for your opportunity to escape. For their moment of weakness. Then...
>"Oh, can I give her, like, a cookie or something? I have one in my bag"
>When the, er, moment comes...maybe tomorrow...

>After her friend leaves, your owner takes you into the park proper
>There is another pony there
>Another mare. Young, but not young enough to be called a filly. Chestnut coat and black hair
>Her cutie mark is toybox with a rainbow coming out of it
>Heh, what a dweeby cutie mark
>Yours is, naturally, a 4 leaf clover
>Hence, "Lucky"
>The mare in the park is happily playing with a big red ball, which goes up to her chin in height
>Knocking it around, chasing it, bouncing off of it
>She looks very happy
>You think she's an actual pony, as opposed to yourself
>Her owner is a big guy with a bushy beard
>No, no jokes
>He looks tough, but then again, he's got a cute pet poner, and he's watching her with a big goofy grin, so maybe not
>Your owner lets you off your leash
>"Go play with your friend, Lucky!"
>I don't even know her name. Get it together, Mast-
>Erm...
>What was her name again? You weren't paying attention when she bought you the other day
>Oh yeah, Steph
>Definitely not Master
>You stare at her with your big blue eyes
>She merely points at the other pony, repeatedly, saying "Go!"
>You're a pony, not a dog
>Go find somepony else to order around-
>Something firm and rubbery hits your rear
>You turn around, startled
>A big red ball bounces away
>The brown pony looks at it, then you, then back to the ball, then back to you
>A "sorry" would be nice
>Her owner looks mortified, and approaches with his hands up in apology
>Steph doesn't seem fussed, and she engages in small talk with the big guy as you regard your fellow pet
>She gestures towards the ball with her head
>You shrug
>This doesn't put her off
>"Hey look, they're getting on!" says your owner
>"Hah, that's right Joie De Vie go play with the nice pony!"
>The man has a somewhat French accent. Maybe he's French-Canadian
>Or just, you know,.French
>Regardless, Joie starts leaping around you
>Everyone seems to be expecting you to join in
>You don't want to cause a scene in public...
>So you knock the ball towards the bouncing pony with your snout
>She lights up with happiness and runs with it as it rolls away
>Then she knocks it back to you
>You both spend some time repeating this
>You don't....hate this
>You're still appalled at being treated like this of course, but at the end of the day, it's fun to run around like this
>It's like being a hairy, four legged kid who can't talk and wearing a collar
>Before you know it, your owner is calling you over
>It's actually surprisingly dark. How long where you playing for?
>Joie's sad to see you go
>You feel a little bad leaving her now, the little bungle of energy that she is
> But what can you do? You don't call the shots here.
>Your owner waves goodbye to the big bearded Frenchie dude
>He seems happy about something. So does she, actually
>You'd ask her why, but, you know
>Wait, why do you care?
>Don't forget, she's enslaved you against your will. And you are 100% escaping the first chance you get
>Maybe after she feeds you, though. That was quite the workout


>It's later
>You're roaming your owner's home
>To find possible escape routes, obviously
>It's a fairly decent place, actually
>Suburban, plenty of space.
>Lots of animal stuff. Drawings, little statues, and so on. You feel like you're not Steph's first pet
>Most of her house has a fluffy, comfy feel to it. Lot's of calm blue.
>You don't know how she affords it, or what her job is, but you're not complaining
>Getting up the stairs is a hassle, so you're exploration is limited to the downstairs
>A small bathroom, a shiny kitchen, a dining room...
>A patio leads to the garden. You look through the glass
>The garden's cluttered with all sorts of plans and bushes. There's a small shed in the corner.
>Nice high fences. You weren't good at climbing even when you were human. No chance now.
>Finally you trot into the living room
>There's Steph, curled up on the sofa in blue pajamas and bunny slippers
>She's eating popcorn and watching some singing contest, laughing at some poor soul's public humiliation
>Well, at least you're not on tv, you think.
>Unless you are and this is just one big hilarious prank
>It sounds ridiculous, but hey, you're a little pink pony now. Anything's possible
>"Hey, girl, hop up!"
>Steph pats her thigh and beckons you over
>Well, you're schedules free right now
>You hop up sit on the other side of the sofa
>For about a second, before she drags you over with her free arm
>She rubs your furry little body against hers and makes cooing noises
>Her attention is now split 50/50 between horrible singing and yourself, her hand constantly stroking your back in long, slow motions
>Whenever there's a commercial break, she starts to play with your mane and your floppy ears
>You try not to look at her or respond too much. It would only encourage her
>But sometimes your new body betrays you, and you smile, or rub your head on her side
>Which only makes her coddling intensify
>It's a vicious cycle, even if it does...feel...nice...
>You jump as your feel your owner rock you with her arms
>She's standing over you now, looking down with clear affection
>"Aww, you're sooooo cute when you're sleeping, Lucky. Come on, I'll put you to bed so you can get a proper sleep, ok?."
>Huh? Did you...fall asleep?
>Petting is a hell of a drug
>You're still a bit groggy as she scoops you up and carries you out and up the stairs
>You're small and light enough that she can use one hand to open the door to what must be her bedroom
>It's big and pink. Very pink.
>There's a ginormous pink teddy sitting in one corner. It stares into your soul. with eyes like coal
>The bed is also pink. There is a laptop on it, the sole dark colour in the room
>She carries you over to behind the bed
>There's a small, round bed there. Yellow, with a smiling face on it.
>It's your bed
>This is what you sleep in now
>She gently drops you into it
>It's comfy, yeah, but...
>It's like a bed for a dog. You seen it coming, you guess, but it's still demeaning as all hell
>Steph climbs into bed and pulls out a book
>Looks like an autobiography, to you. But you don't recognize the woman on the cover
>Shame. You liked to read.
>You'd ask for a book, but you literally can't
>Maybe you should try to communicate with her
>She has a laptop. You could type still, right?
>You're smart,you'll figure something out
>Tomorrow...
>....
zzzzzzz
>It's the next day
>And you're bored as hell
>Steph's away to work, leaving you home alone
>You've spent the day looking for ways to leave some sort of message
>It hasnt gone well
>You don't know the password to her laptop, so that's a no go for now
>You did manage to find a pen and some paper
>But writing with your mouth is proving difficult
>You wanted to write "Hello Stephanie, my name is..."
>...uh...what was your name again?
>Ok, you'll cross that bridge when you get to it
>The big problem right now was that you suck at writing with your mouth
>You try four or five different times, all of which were completely ineligible
>You break about 3 pencils by pushing too hard into the paper before you give up
>Man, there wasn't even anything to do in this house
>You wander into the living room
>Hey, guess you could watch TV
>You jump onto the sofa and try to work the remote
>You feel very clumsy using your little hooves to press buttons, but you succeed in switching it on
>You're even able to flip channels
>PZZT
>"-Just think that we, as a nation, are in serious danger of forgetting what-"
>PZZT
>"-this family, you don't care about anyone other than yourself, you-"
>PZZT
>"-missing for weeks, but his family are not giving up the search-"
>PZZT
>"-must be the favourites, they've got pace, power, great togetherness-"
>Wait, what was that last story?
>You try to flick back, but you accidentally hit the off button
>Fucking hooves
>It was probably nothing
>You don't feel like watching TV anymore, anyway. Maybe you could go find a book to read or something
>The rest of the day is just as boring
>All of Steph's books are, to put it kindly, scrub-tier trash
>D-list autobiographies, murder mysteries, romance stories
>A few saucy looking ones, actually...
>You know that eventually, you will succumb to boredom and ready them
>And if things are really bad, you might actually enjoy them
>But not today, motherflippers
>When Steph does finally come home, you're actually excited
>You start to bound down the stairs when you pause halfway
>You're ashamed at how happy you are to see your owner
>And a little scared at how seamlessly you slipped into "happy little pony" mode
>So your happy bouncing turns into a neutral trot down into the hallway as you attempt to affect indifference
>You're not a dog. You're a human.
>Acting like a cat, in the body of a pony
>You space out as you think of the implications of this
>And visibly jolt when Steph picks you up for a hug
>If you were happy to see her, she was defenitely happy to see you
>"Hello, Lucky, missed you! Oh yes I did! Yes I did, Lucky wucky!"
>She's stroking your back like it's going out of fashion, and nuzzling your snoot with her nose
>Your facade of neutrality faces a stern test in the face of such an onslaught
>You can't help but smile stupidly
>Eh, affection is nice.
>She eventually puts you down and goes to get changed out of her smart work clothes
>When she emerges out of her room she is dressed in a fluffy white dressing gown
>And she has some presents for you
>First, a lime green ball
>It's small, smaller than that other ponies ball at the park
>Maybe cause it's for indoor use
>Steph does the whole "pretend to throw the ball" trick
>You just sit there and stare
>Honestly you feel bad to see the wind go out her sails
>But she recovers well
>"Smart girl!" she says, and give you the ball
>Ball Acquired
>You can hear the Metroid item music in your head
>You roll it around with your hoof as Steph produces more gifts
>A pretty white bow for your mane
>Uh, that is, a normal, unremarkable bow for your mane
>She puts it on, humming a little tune to herself wordlessly
>"There, look at you! You like it, don't you, I can tell!"
>She giggles
>You're not sure how expressive your pony face is, so you wonder how you actually look
>You're not sure "happy and certainly loving her rad new bow" is how you feel on the inside
>She has one last present, but she's keeping it for now
>"If you're a good pony you can get it after dinner!"
>Must be a treat
>What did you treat horses with again.Carrots? Bleh
>Then again, your tastebuds are all weird recently
>She's basically been giving you salads for food so far and it's been...well, pretty good
>Or wait, naybe she bought you sugarcubes. You could live with that
>She seems like the type of lady who would spoil a child rotten with sweet stuff
>Yeah, you've definitely no problem with being spoiled
>Steph plops herself down on her bed and powers up her laptop
>You see opportunity rise, and sneakily watch for her password
>Oh, it's expired. She's setting a new one
>...
>It's "Lucky123"
>Awww
>Easy to remember, too. Perfect
>If you're lucky, you might get the chance to type something on it tonight. This could be your chance!
>All you need is a distraction...
>Dinner time
>You're lying on the floor next to an almost empty bowl of delicious fresh salad
>Steph ordered Chinese in
>It smells kinda bad, even from down on the floor next to the sofa
>Oh yeah, she's watching TV again
>Honestly you don't know how she isn't fat
>All she does is eat, watch TV an go on her laptop
>So basically what you did when you were human
>Dohoho...oh, you made yourself sad
>You reflectively chew on a salad leaf
>You had a life, before this, and you're not sure you'll ever get to go back to it
>The worse part is what everyone doesn't know
>You don't know, or can't remember, how you ended up like this
>Your family may never find out
>Steph doesn't know, but you guess that's a good thing for her
>She'd probably feel lousy about it. I mean who wouldn't? All this time, treating you like-
>Something knocks against your foreleg
>It's a green ball
>You look up to see Steph looking expectantly at you
>Hey, come on, I've just had dinner...
>You half-heartedly knock the ball back towards her with your muzzle
>She seems to pick up on your mood
>Getting down on her knees, she starts to stroke your back
>You lie down on your side, letting her caress you
>She's rubbing your belly now
>Not in a sensual way, more like a "making baby noises and laughing" way
>It feels good, but you do feel a little exposed. A little vulnerable
>You try to cross your legs, but she uncrosses them, giggling and calling you silly
>Then she gasps an sits up suddenly
>"I almost forgot! Two secs, princess!"
>Princess?
She gets up an goes upstairs
>She returns with the final gift
>Oh...oh gawd
>You thought it would be sugarcubes or something
>It's a long, blue an white dress
>Well, kind of. More like a costume
>Like one of those medievil princess get ups
>Complete with a pointy cone hat with a chin strap
>You don't bother getting up to run away
>You simply lie down and accept your fate
>You were really looking forward to sugarcubes...
>Steph picks you up and shows you off in the mirror so you can see
>You look fudging ridiculous
>In your opinion you look more like a wizard than a princess
>Steph waves your hoof with her hand and does a funny voice like she's doing a puppet show
>"Hello everyone! I'm Princess Lucky from PonyLand!" she says, rocking you as she speaks
>That's not what you sound like! You had a...well, you didn't sound like that, anyway
>Mercifully, her phone goes
>She puts you down and answers it
>You don't know for sure who it is, but the way she says "Bonjour" into the phone makes you think it was the huge Frenchie from the park the other day
>Steph starts acting all bashful, ducking into the kitchen and whispering
>As if you were going to start gossiping about this
>You try to shake your princess cap off your head
>It falls over your muzzle
>You struggle for a bit and eventually get the darn thing off
>It's heavier than it looks
>The dress can stay for now, though. Cause it's hard to get off with hooves, is all
>It occurs to you that Steph is busy with the phone, and that her laptop is unguarded upstairs
>Opportunity knocks!
>You race up the steps and into her room
>Her laptop is on the floor, thank the lord. Easily accesible
>You wake the thing up and enter the password:
".jvkuw3d"
>Whoops. Ok, try again
".ivluy234435"
>Ffffffff
>You stares at your useless hooves.
>Looking around, you spot one of the discarded pencils from your attempts at writing
>The lead is broken but that doesn't matter
>You pick it up with your mouth and, taking great care,tap the password out:
>Lucky123
>,,,
>Success!
>You're in.
>Now all you have to do is bring up a word doc
>"Lucky? Are you upstairs?"
>Shoot,she's coming up the stairs!
>You panic, and the pencil in your mouth breaks
>You gag on the shards of wood and lead in your mouth
>The door opens and Steph sees you at her laptop
>You flail desperately at the keys with your hooves
>"No, bad pony! You'll break it!"
>You manage to type her a message:
"km a jjmasmn kmmsxd wjnh"
>She picks you up and puts you on the floor, before examing her laptop
>"Hmm, did I leave this on?" she wonders aloud
>You're immensely frustrated
>You try to clamber back onto the bed
>She sees this as a sign that you want attention and starts to stroke you
>No, for the love of all that is holy please understand what's going on
>"Hahaha, it's like you were typing! Did you see me typing this morning? Clever girl!"
>You want to scream
>You look at Steph with as much desperate intensity as you can muster
>She giggles and boops your snoot
>But you're not in the mood for it
>You were so close to blowing everything wide open, to making her understand
>And now she's back to coddling you like a baby
>Her cheerful obliviousness just makes it worse
>You can't even growl at her
>Steph goes for another boop
>You bite her finger
>You regret it immediately
>It's not hard enough to draw blood-you pulled back the instant you felt your teeth meet flesh
>But she audibly yelps in surprise and pain and jumps away from you, clutching her finger
>Then she looks down at you, with a hint of tears in her eyes
>She doesn't seem angry. Just kind of sad and disappointed.
>It resonates with you, somehow.
>You feel rotten, your anger and frustration giving way to shame
>You feel your ears droop and you lower your head, looking away
>You're surprised when she gingerly approaches you
>She coos your name gently, slowly
>"Luucky....Luucky....hey girl..."
>It has a soothing effect
>She reaches her hand out again. The same one you bit
>You don't move, don't react. You just keep looking down at the floor from the edge of the bed
>She touches your mane, and slowly strokes it
>"I'm not mad" she says, quietly
>"Mommy's not mad at you"
>Your throat hurts. You swallow and blink.
>You let her pick you up and situate you on her lap
>She's very quiet now, still stroking your hair, ruminating
>You both spend some minutes thinking things over. Eventually she speaks
>"You know...the shelter guy did say...you might be like this..." she says, slowly.
>Like she's giving voice to her thoughts
>She continues to stroke as she goes on
>"People can be so mean to their pets...I don't get it. I really don't."
>No, you really don't. This isn't what you think it is...
>You don't remember much about the kennel. You were out of your mind at the time, either chemically or emotionally, or a combination
>You wonder how much they know
>"It's ok now, Lucky. I'm going to love you every day. You deserve it."
>You let her pet you for a good long time
>In a way, you really are lucky
>You'd hate to have anyone else own you.
>Steph was no Sherlock Holmes, but she had the heart of an angel
>You'd figure out something...she'd want to help you if she knew.
>You'd just have to be patient for now