unfinished stump story

It is late at night and you're sitting in your comfy house, reading a book.
Just as you lay the book aside and get up to go to bed you hear a knock on your door.
Surprised that anyone would still be up at this late hour, you walk over to your door and open it. On the other side there seems to be no pony waiting for you, though.
You look around a bit, trying to spot who could have knocked on your door at this late hour, but you can't see anyone in the darkness of the night, the street lights just barely illuminating the empty roads.
A feminine groan catches your attention and diverts your gaze down. A relatively large sack was placed on your door mat, something or someone shifting around inside of it.

You look around one more time before grabbing the sack and dragging it into your house.
Whoever left this on your doorstep clearly intended for you to have it, so it's only logical to take the sack and whatever is in it inside.
As you pull the sack over the doorstep into your living room the wiggling of the sack's contents intesify.
The groaning becomes more frequent until it is followed by a loud gasp.
You drop the bag as it begins to violently thrash around, knocking over some of your stuff.
"What is going on!? Who is there?! HELP!"
Whoever's in there must be quite panicked.
The wild movements begin to loosen the thread that kept the sack tied up and after a short moment the knot finally comes loose.
As the sack opens up the head of a mare becomes visible. Being able to look around gives her some pause, her eyes darting around in your house in an attempt to recognize where she is.
Her gaze meets yours and immediately she frowns.
"Where the hay am I? Who are you!?"
While clearly angry, you can also see the tears building in her eyes.
She begins to wiggle out of the sack.
"Ugh, why can't I feel my hooves?"
Grunting, she manages to free herself up to her hips. Looking down at herself she quickly realizes why her hooves seemed so useless before.
instead of forelegs all she had left where two little stumps.
Tears start streaming down her face as this realization hits her like a ton of bricks.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

"I-I didn't do anything! Really! I just found you like this outside."
"Horseapples! Why would you need to drag me around in a sack like some kind of piece of meat? What are you? Some kind of pervert that foalnaps mares and then cuts their legs off? You sick bastard! I'll kill you!"
She sniffles some tears away and begins to wiggle around on the floor, intending to crawl towards you.
As she completely slips out of the sack you can see that she is missing her hindlegs, too.
Two little stumps just below her hips, jerking with her other stumps in front as if she still had her legs, but barely managing to propel her forward any bit, instead causing her to drag herself through the dirt at a snail's pace.
Her tail seems to have been shortened aswell, probably to prevent her to having ot drag it on the floor, too.
"Get here you ass! So I can...I..."
Her ears start to droop down again as she noticed that she hardly managed to cover any ground in her exhausting crawl, already feeling winded from her ineffective mode of travel.
"Why did you do this to me?"
She sobs again as she slumps even further down on the floor, crying freely.
"I told you I just found you like this. I don't know who did this to you and how you got here. PLease calm down so I can help you!"
"Calm down? Look at me, I'm a cripple! Oh Celestia why? Why?"

You slowly approach the broken mare, bending down to her.
"Here let me help you up."
"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU PERV!"
You ignore her plea and lift her up.
She starts thrashing around, yelling.
"PUT ME DOWN! STOP TOUCHING ME! AAARGH!"
You manage to carry her over to the sofa, where you try to gently put her down. Unfortunaltey her thrashing causes her to slip from your grip and plop down on the cushioned seat.
"Oof!"
She crawls to the corner of the sofa, managing to prop herself up on the arm rest of it. She is still sobbing and sniffling uncontrollably.
Each time she looks down at her own body she begins bawwing anew, her little stumps waving around as if she hoped if she moved them enough her legs would suddenly magically grow back.
You wait for her to calm down a bit before asking her if you can get her something.
"I...I could really need a nice tea right now."

You quickly brew her a nice cup of tea and return to the mare, quickly realizing that you are going to have to help her drink the hot beverage.
"Sugar?"
"Two lumps please."
You bring the hot beverage to her face, hesitating for a moment.
She weakly nods, blinking away another set of tears.
Slowly you guide the cup to her lips. She quickly recoils.
"OW! Hot! Hot! Not so fast you maniac!"
"Sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!"
You try again, this time even more slowly, allowing her to blow some air into the cup to cool it down a bit.
The tea seems to do the trick and she finally completely calms down for a moment.
"I really don't know how you just got here, honestly. I was about to go to bed when I heard someone knock on my door. When I checked, all I saw was you in a sack on my doorstep. Not knowing what was in the sack initially I dragged it inside. I swear I have nothing to do with whatever happened to you!"
She exhales a deep breath, muttering a barely audible "Of course you don't..."
"I'm serious, what I just said is the truth! Listen, let's take you to the hospital, okay? Maybe they can help you or something or at least notice the guard so they start an investigation or something! I'll carry you right there, right now!"
She visibly tenses up at the mention of both the hospital and the guard.

"Let's not go to the hospital or the guard, please..."
"Huh, why not?"
The thought of not wanting to inform the authorities in a situation like hers was completely outlandish to such a law abiding citizen like you.
"Let's just say they are not the kind I mingle with."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm- We do not get along okay?"
"But your legs-"
"NO GUARD, NO HOSPITAL!"
You're shocked at her sudden outburst and even more confused. There is only one kind of pony who avoids the authorities: Criminal ponies!
You gasp.
"Are you... Involved in something shady?"
"Oh what might have told you that? The fact that I was just dropped while unconscous and without my legs on your doorstep? Or the fact that I don't want to talk to the guard?"
"Did...did you steal something?"
"No."
"Did you break public property?"
"No. Don't be ridiculous."
You rub your chin. A cold shiver runs down your spine as your next question pops up in your head.
"D-did you kill somepony?!"
"NO! Dear Celestia no! No! I'm...an entertainer. Or I guess used to be one now."
You look at her, puzzled.
"How is dancing and singing illegal?"
"Wow, you are kind of thick, aren't you?"
You proceed to pinch your side. Granted, you could do with some more cardio...your thought is interrupted as the mare continues to speak after a short pause.
"...I take that as a yes. No, I don't sing and dance. Well, sometimes if a client wanted me to do so I tried, but that is not my main job. I work, I mean worked down by the southeast end of the town, catch my drift?"
You remember hearing stories about the southeast part of the town.
It was a rundown neighbourhood, where shady ponies did their shady business and easy mares offered a buck for some bit- Oh.
You can't help but inspect her a bit closer now. As your eyes wander down her figure you notice her magenta colored eyes, still a puffed up from all the crying just a couple of moments ago, her mane, colored in a fine bright purple and ruffled up from her journey inside a sack and her slightly off white coat, sheening with some sweat.
She had nice thick thighs, which were luckily not cut off with the rest of her legs and a nice round booty adorned with a cutiemark of a bunch of cherries, slightly squishing it as she sat on it.
The most striking feature on her body though, apart from her lack of legs of course, where her teats. Now unobstructed by her legs they were clearly visible at all times. They were quite big, bigger actually than many of the udders of nursing mares you managed to sneak a glance at.
She notices you staring at her large assets and sighs.
"You colts are all the same. Tell them you are a working mare and immediately check out the package. Liking what you see, loverboy? Hello?"
You snap out of your daze and shake your head free from the allure of those jiggly, soft mounds.
"Staring is rude, you know? Even if I have some fantastic assets on me."
She shoots a glance down at herself.
Even without her legs she still has quite a sexy body. It took her quite some effort and the one or another magical enhancement to get to this figure.
In fact, the Big Boss probably spent a small fortune on her, not only having her teats magically enchanted but also a whole range of other fun enchantments that aimed for enriching the pleasure of her clients as well as her own.
"Wait a tick...Big Boss."
She gasped.
"L-Look at my stumps! Do it!"
"What, why?"
"Just to it you idiot!"
You bent over, looking at one of her stumps.
"Do you see any scars?"
"No, not really-"
"Can you feel any?"
You pick up one of her stumps and prod the sensible skin of it. You rub all over it, slowly dragging circles over it, but you can't feel any scar tissue.
The mare bites her lip at the sensation of hanving her stump touched. It feels surprisingly nice.
She shifts around a bit, hoping she could hide that she was getting a bit hot and bothered by this.
"No, nothing."
"Mmmf, shit."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes...I mean no! That son of a bitch actually did it! I can't believe it!"
Her little stumps twitched around quickly, her nose blowing out hot air as she ot more enraged by the second.
"That fat bastard took my legs and tried to sell me off!"
"What do you mean?"
She calmed down a bit again, only to replace her anger with an expression of deep fear.
"There is a rumor on the streets...it says that sometimes, if a working mare can't please her boss sufficiently, the boss finds an alternative way to make money off the mare.
By selling her....selling her into slavery as living fleshlights! I heard all kinds off horror stories...breeding farms that treat mares like cattle...extreme fat fetishists that don't do anything but forcefeed their mares all day...Oh dear Celestia, I thought those where just stories!"
She's visibly shaking at this point.
You lean over, attempting to give her a hug. To your surprise she doesn't shy away or start screaming this time.
You hear her heavy sobs as she begins to cry again.
"I didn't owe him that much money. I told him I would have it by next week! But he couldn't wait and magically cut off my legs!"
Magically? You didn't know that much about magic, but you're pretty sure it can be undone in many cases.
"Are you sure they got removed magically?"
She sniffles.
"You said there were no scars...and they do feel kind of weird..."

-Bwuh, need to think of a way to continue here - SHIT! I forgot the name I got for her! Was a really good one, very cheesy, too. Dangit. Cherry Pops, or something like that.
-Additional notes from thread:
-Alright, before I continue the story, a couple of questions about the characters need to be answered.
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-Who is "You"?
-Is he a Pegasus, an Unicorn or an Earth Pony?
-Decided to go pony as it makes things easier.
-Rich, poor, or just a regular pony guy?
-How does he react to her story about legless prostitutes being sold off as slaves? Is he shocked, intruiged or even aroused by the thought of having a helpless mare all for himself?
-And what about her, is she an Earth Pony, Unicorn or a Pegasus?
-Big Boss of course took care about further details of her physiology if she is a Unicorn or Pegasus, but it would add some additional flavor to have up to two more stumps.
-Does she trust "You" or is she still a bit skeptical of your intentions?
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--"You" as an eart pony is simple enough.
--Being shocked, intrigued AND aroused all at the same time is valid.
--Unicorns losing horns makes for good story, but it's up to you, ultimately.
--She shouldn't trust us. Yet.
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--I think of our protagonist as a naive regular guy who has grown up not tasting poverty or wealth. Let's go with Earth pony. He doesn't like crime, but like many stallions his age (20-30) he thinks of prostitution as a risqué career choice, instead of the most visible part of equine trafficking.
--There's a very real chance he'll be captured and sold to some plantation run by pirates, or a factory farm for griffon meats.
--As for her, he is aroused, but he also thinks of himself as a gentlecolt, and wouldn't take advantage of her without permission... or payment.
--Her vengeance would be best served cold if she were a de-horned unicorn. A flat, flush disc of bone on her forehead would fill him with an undefinable sadness, as such things are simply not meant to be.
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--Could try a pegasus for the mare.
--It'd be interesting to see what happens when they lose the freedom and ability to fly, moreover just the ability to walk.
-->Turn her over
-->Check her back
-->Two sensitive wiggling stumps
-->"Aw fuck..."
----I actually like this better. And since many of the pegasi we've seen are fighters like their ancient heritage, her revenge will be brutal and swift.
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-All good.