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- Moonlight Charm art by floatsam: https://imgur.com/AlQvYrO
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- >Be the little mare, also known specifically as Moonlight Charm.
- >Your master calls you Moon, or Charmy, or sometimes affectionately, ‘my little Charmy’.
- >It makes you feel tingly when he does that.
- >You’re one of the lucky mares—You have a master.
- >Almost a year ago now, a group of radical terrorists from some board on the internet stole a mutagenic chemical, one of the transhuman project derivatives, tweaked it, and set off gas bombs in several big city districts across the east coast.
- >Everyone in the affected areas was turned into a little, pastel-colored pony.
- >As far as terror attacks went, it could have been worse, but was still incredibly disruptive to the lives of many people.
- >For instance, ponies weren’t particularly good at living on their own.
- >Or doing most jobs, for that matter.
- >A little magic, flight, and durability didn’t make up for stubby hooves and your pathetically small stature.
- >Granted, ponies still retained their knowledge of course, but their personalities got a bit more whimsical and childlike, which made them unfit for several roles.
- >Hard to be an officer of the law or a business owner when you were so little and impossible to take seriously.
- >But that alone wasn’t even the biggest change.
- >Being a pony meant you had new needs.
- >Needs like being held, or feeling the touch of another.
- >Within an hour of being ignored, a pony would become uncomfortable and anxious.
- >Within several hours of being alone, they would become agitated and begin to crave touch, like the beginning of withdrawal.
- >A pony left for multiple days in isolation would become unstable, prone to panic attacks and episodes of emotional distress.
- >If left alone repeatedly, a pony would eventually develop a powerful separation anxiety and would cling to anyone that so much as acknowledged them.
- >Or in extreme cases, become unresponsive.
- >Being a pony meant you weren’t just social creature—you NEEDED to be with someone.
- >And so the pony caretakers program was launched.
- >With Google having a detailed personality profile for every human on the planet, ponies and suitable owners could be matched using an algorithm.
- >It wasn’t perfect of course.
- >Some masters were better than others, and not all of them even wanted to have a pony to look after in the first place.
- >Personality mismatches still happened, and there were some cases of abuse that surfaced now and then.
- >It was hard for a computer to account for all the changes in personality a pony had gone through, or know if a person had a dark side.
- >Not to mention what a gender swap did to a person’s profile.
- >You unconsciously rubbed your back thighs together, a small groan coming from your throat at the still-strange feeling.
- >Gender swaps were common… there were a lot more mares than stallions, after all.
- >But like you said, you were lucky.
- >Your master, Anon, was kind, gentle, loving, and always paid plenty of attention to you.
- >In return, all he asked was that you help with some basic chores around the house while he worked.
- >Thankfully he worked from home, so you could curl up in his lap whenever you felt a little needy.
- >And he made good money too, so you were never left wanting when it came to toys or games or snacks.
- >Compared to your dead-end office job, coming home to an empty house every day with no real future?
- >This wasn’t so bad.
- >And having someone who cared about you, someone who made you feel special?
- >That was indescribable.
- >It was hard to understate how good it felt to mean something to someone, to be able to greet your master and have him smile and pick you up.
- >He loved to blow raspberries on your belly and tease you for being cute.
- >He liked to tickle you whenever you got too sassy and gave you headpats and praise whenever you did something good.
- >To feel that genuine affection made your heart sore, gave you goosebumps, and sometimes…?
- >If things got particularly lovey, your chest felt heavy and full and warm in all the right ways.
- >It was a feeling without compare.
- >You genuinely loved your master.
- >Though, the two of you still had challenges in your relationship.
- >In particular, you had a bad heat problem.
- >The heats as a pony were like being a hormonal teenager surrounded by hot naked women for years on end without release, all condensed within the microcosm of a week.
- >Ponies could take the edge off with medication, but you had a naturally high libido even outside your heat.
- >During that week, your mind was a slurry of slutty, depraved thoughts, and nothing could calm you down or get your mind out of the gutter save for a good power fuck.
- >Thus far, Anon helped by getting you plenty of toys, but that wasn’t what you needed.
- >You needed a real, live cock to spread you open.
- >But Master didn’t want to help when you got lewd like that.
- >He’d said no the first time, and looked more than a little uncomfortable about the prospect of doing anything sexual with you.
- >It hurt, but you didn’t want to be a nuisance, so you didn’t ask after that.
- >Your next heat was approaching in a few days, and you eyed the date on the calendar with dread.
- >Anon promised he’d look into stronger medications this time, or barring that, a fucking machine.
- >But while those things were nice, they probably wouldn’t help.
- >You didn’t have the heart to tell him.
- >That wasn’t the only cause for concern in your relationship though.
- >You see, while Anon was by all counts an amazing master, he still had some quirks.
- >He was a bit messy, for one, an issue that only got worse once you were around taking care of the cleaning.
- >And he could be stubborn as a mule sometimes, as well as occasionally prone to jealousy when it came to you enjoying the attention of other males.
- >But that was something you could live with or manage in the case of getting pets from mostly him.
- >Rather, Anon had one particular flaw that was particularly challenging for you to cope with.
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- >You let out a soft moan as you wiggled yourself deeper into the confines of the laundry hamper, basking in the scent of your master.
- >You could feel the first dregs of need trickling into your system like melting ice as you lay there, inhaling his scent like a drug.
- >He was going to be upset if you didn’t get your chores finished but you couldn’t help it.
- >You loved doing this.
- >Everything felt so soft and warm.
- >And it smelled so nice.
- >Anon was busy working on his computer still, you told yourself.
- >He wasn’t going to catch you.
- >You shoved your muzzle into a pair of boxers, breathing deep of his intoxicating, male scent.
- >A shiver ran through you and you clenched your legs tightly.
- >Ooh, your sense of smell as a pony made this so addicting.
- >Everyday should be laundry day.
- >You wormed in deeper, then, using your mouth to pull a pair of pants and a shirt over you, you made a laundry cocoon of sorts.
- >It was perfection.
- >A literal envelopment of softness that smelled like master and made you feel comfort all the way down to your bones.
- >So soft… so nice.
- >Your eyes began to feel heavy.
- >Oh wait… no.
- >You can’t fall asleep now.
- >You have chores to do.
- >Your muscles ached to lay still, to not get up from your comfy spot deep in his clothes.
- >Everytime you made a move to extricate yourself, the thought died halfway, like you were chained down.
- >Maybe you can just relax for a few minutes?
- >Yeah that’d be fine.
- >Just a quick nap and master will be none the wiser.
- >You nuzzled into a pair of socks, feeling the delightful little pills brushing against your fur .
- >Just… a few… minutes.
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- >Something made you stir.
- >You blinked, staring blearily around your little cocoon as a yawn spread across your face.
- >Oh… right. Laundry day.
- >Everything in your little clothes nest had conformed to your body, wrapping around you snuggly, save for a pocket around your muzzle, and it felt pleasantly warm still.
- >Gosh, that may have been one of the best naps you’ve ever taken, you thought.
- >You feel so well rested.
- >You pushed your hooves out, hearing them pop before curling back up again.
- >God, why were laundry baskets so comfy and warm and pony sized.
- >If you could, you’d ask master to replace your bed with one.
- >But then again, you prefer sleeping next to him.
- >Nothing like being master’s little teddy pony and getting to feel his steady breathing against your back, knowing he was sleeping soundly because of you.
- >Master always said you were soft and enjoyable to sleep with.
- >You let out a sigh and wormed back into your spot.
- >Alright, just another minute and you’ll finish laundry before master takes a break.
- >“Charmy, what do you think you’re doing?”
- >Your eyes snapped open.
- >Oh no!
- >You sprung up like a steel trap and stood rigid, a pair of boxer shorts hanging on one of your ears.
- >You didn’t dare reach for it.
- >There, squatting in front of the basket, was a stern faced, unimpressed looking Anon.
- >He rolled his head slightly, resting it on his palm as he looked at you, eyes cutting like knives.
- >A small squeak, like the air squeezing from a balloon, eked past your lips.
- >It was then that you noticed the lighting.
- >Gone was the clean, blue lighting of the afternoon sun.
- >In its place, the incandescent lights filled the space with a warm, yellow hue, and outside the laundry room window, you could see the last wisps of the setting sun, painting the bottom edge with red and purple.
- >Oh god, that wasn’t a quick nap at all.
- >You were asleep all afternoon!
- >Anon, didn’t say anything for a time, and you stood there, awkwardly shifting your weight back and forth, waiting for the ball to drop.
- >He simply weighed you with a kind of cold calculation.
- >That should have set off alarm bells in your head but you were far too panicked to notice.
- >Eventually he spoke.
- >“I was looking all over for you, you know.”
- >Your ears snapped back against your head.
- >Ohgodhe’ssodissapointedinyou.
- >You forced down a whine as he continued.
- >“And here I finally find you, in my unfinished laundry, after I got all worried thinking you’d gotten into trouble or were lost. Charm, I thought something happened to you, and instead, I found out you just decided to shirk your chores and take a nap.”
- >You sniffled.
- “I’m s-sorry. Please don’t be mad.”
- >He let out a long breath through his nose.
- >”I’m not mad at you, Charm. I’m just really disappointed.”
- >Your chest felt like someone dropped a weight on it.
- >No no no! You hated this!
- >Why did you have to do that? You should have known better.
- >”This is the third time you’ve done this with my laundry too, so you’re apparently not taking this seriously. No, I don’t think sorry is going to cut it this time. I think we’re going to have to do something about this, and I’m not talking about ‘no TV for a week’ here.”
- >A strange feeling wormed its way into your gut.
- >Uh oh...
- >Anon could be firm with you at times but he’d usually chastise you a bit and give you a minor punishment like taking away your favorite snack or restricting TV time.
- >If anything, he was a little too light when it came to punishments.
- >[spoilers]Being cute had its perks[/spoilers]
- >But every now and then, Anon would get in a mood.
- >It was then that you recognized the look he had—the smile that touched his eyes and teased at his lips.
- >Your stomach dropped out from under you.
- >You see, Anon had one particular personality quirk that wasn’t like the rest.
- >He was a bit messy, yes, and stubborn and jealous on occasion.
- >But like you said, those were easy to deal with.
- >Rather, Anon had one particular quirk that really, truly scared you.
- >He had a sadistic streak.
- >It only popped up once in a blue moon, but when it did, you knew you were in trouble.
- >You tail snapped down between your legs and you felt your skin grow cold as a shiver ran through you.
- >Anon would never hurt you, of course.
- >Not once had he ever used pain to enforce a lesson.
- >You think it was a point of pride for him.
- >But he could punish you in other ways.
- >You swallowed.
- “W-What are you going to do?”
- >”Oh, I think I have an idea.”
- >Anon grabbed your forehoof and dragged you up out of out of the basket, slinging you over his shoulder and keeping one hand under your bottom to keep you steady.
- >He paused for a moment, feeling the faint wetness from your lower lips.
- >You clenched your eyes shut as a furious blush formed on your face.
- >Oh god, now he knows you were getting off on it.
- >If he was disgusted, you couldn’t tell.
- >Anon simply headed towards the back of the house.
- >On his way you noticed him grab a strange, white container, with a picture of a horse on the front, but you didn’t have time to read the label as he slung it under his arm and headed into the backyard.
- >After a few paces onto the cooled grass, he set the container down, and then picked you up and placed you onto a soft patch away from the house.
- >The butterflies in your stomach had whipped themselves into a frenzy as you looked up at your master.
- “What are we going to do in the yard, Master?”
- >”You’ll see.”
- >Anon grabbed the container, and after instructing you not to move, began pouring the liquid out onto the grass.
- >He drew a ring around you, with perhaps enough space to fit another pony or two, then came around to the front of you again.
- >You sniffed the edge of the circle where you could see the dampened grass.
- >It didn’t smell like gasoline.
- >In retrospect you feel guilty for even thinking he’d do something so dangerous to you.
- >He could be mean but master wouldn’t hurt you.
- >You looked up at him, a question in your eyes.
- >His only answer was a sweet, yet worrying smile.
- >Oh, that smile did not bode well for you…
- >Without a word, he left the container on the ground and headed back to the back slider.
- >You sat there, furrowing your brow at him for a moment before you stood and went to follow after.
- >Something stopped you.
- >Your hoof hovered in midair, somehow unable to push forward.
- >You lowered it to the ground, then tried to take a step forward again, but something stopped you, just the same as before.
- >There was no barrier or magic. You could tell that much.
- >You just… couldn’t.
- >Anon had stopped at the door and watched you without a word.
- >You turned, attempting to walk the other way, and again, that same feeling stopped you.
- >You trotted in circles, trying every angle, each time, unable to take that next step.
- >A nervous feeling wormed its way into your gut.
- >You turned to Anon, panic starting to rise in you.
- “Master,” you said, looking over to him. “H-Help! I’m stuck.”
- >He simply put his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly.
- >His smile was like a little girl with a secret, bursting to let you in on it.
- >It was then that you noticed the container he’d carried out had been left just outside your circle.
- >The label had been turned to face you.
- “Horse repellent?”
- >You turned back to Anon.
- >He looked lovingly at you in a way that made your hackles rise.
- >”Aw, my cute little Charmy. You look so adorable. It almost makes it hard.”
- >You swallowed, and sat back down on your haunches.
- >The next move was his… it all depended on how far he wanted to take your punishment.
- > “Well…” he paused for a good few seconds, savoring the suspense as you held your breath. “Goodnight, Charmy.”
- >Fear, cold and sharp surged through you.
- “Master, no please! I’m sorry I’m sorry! Please no!”
- >Anon turned and headed towards the door.
- >Tears began falling down your face as you rushed around the circle, helpless to cross the threshold.
- >NO! You don’t want to be left outside!
- >You want to be with master and cuddle and go to sleep in a nice warm bed and oh god you were such a bad pony why did you do that you should have known b—
- >The door shut.
- >Anon was gone.
- “Master NO! Please don’t leave me!” you cried towards the house, bawling openly now.
- “I’ll be good I promise! Just don’t do this!”
- >There was no answer.
- >Anon was gone.
- >No, wait, don’t panic.
- >This was just a test.
- >He wanted to tease you a little then he’d come right back, pick you up, and be happy that you didn’t say anything you didn’t mean.
- >Just be good and wait.
- >A good pony waits for their master patiently and without whining.
- >You sat there, staring at the slider door while your body was racked with sobs.
- >Any minute now he’d be there.
- >Just be patient.
- >One minute turned into two, then to three.
- >Three turned to ten then to an hour, and eventually, the sun’s light began to fade, dowsing the backyard in a gloomy dusk as you sat there, alone.
- >Your heart ached and a deep sense of dread filled you.
- >Fresh tears sprung forth as you sat there, stomach grumbling, whimpering for a dinner that wouldn’t come tonight.
- >The light eventually faded to night.
- >You watched with horror as the lights in the house progressively went dark until finally, Anon’s bedroom light clicked off.
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- >You didn’t sleep.
- >The entire night you lay there on your little island of grass, desperately hoping against all hope that he’d bring you in.
- >But no respite came as your mind slowly turned against you.
- >First came the crushing loneliness.
- >It settled over you with a gnawing discomfort, a thunderhead looming overhead as it ate away at you.
- >But you were alone, with only the darkness around you.
- >It pressed in against you from all sides, taunting you, filling you with dread.
- >You sobbed and covered your face with your hooves.
- >Then came the agitation, the panic.
- >Your breathing and heart rate spiked as you felt the ice cold grip of terror squeeze your chest like a ripe fruit.
- >What if master forgot about you?
- >No, even worse, what if he got up the next day and decided he’d rather not bring you inside anymore?
- >What if he left you here?
- >These thoughts and more, all irrational, all unthinkable when you were held in his arms, felt all too real now.
- >What if master didn’t want you anymore?
- >What if you were really a bad pony all this time?
- >What if he got tired of you and got another pony?
- >What if he LEFT. YOU. ALL. ALONE.
- >Your heart thundered in your chest, threatening to burst as you hyperventilated.
- “Please please please, Master, please come get me,” you whimpered into the dark.
- “Please I’ll be a good pony. I’ll do whatever you want. Just touch me, hold me, look at me. Anything but this.”
- >There was no answer.
- >You felt like you were suffocating.
- >And then, as if to punctuate it all, you felt two icy, wet raindrops tap against the side of your face.
- >Your ears perked up and you looked towards the sky.
- >And it began to rain.
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- >Anon walked out of his back door as the sun peeked over the horizon.
- >A fog had rolled in, blanketing the world in a thin mist as he looked over at you sipping his coffee.
- >It was almost like nothing existed here save for you, the yard, and him.
- >You lay there, fur damp and stuck to you, eyes stinging with no more tears to cry.
- >Each breath was a fight as you lay there, unable to move, to say a word.
- >Everything was numb, from your throbbing head to your useless little hooves.
- >Anon just stood there, a neutral expression on his face.
- >Would this be enough?
- >Were you a good girl now?
- >He took a step forward.
- >It was all you could do to keep your eyes on him, to keep them open as he came over to you.
- >He gently brushed the backs of his fingers against your cheek.
- >You hadn’t the strength to raise your head.
- >You went to call out to him, to call him your master like you know you should, but all that left your lips was the hint of a breath.
- >He picked you up.
- >He held you like he always did, your torso facing over his shoulder, bottom cradled in one, strong arm.
- >You flopped over his shoulder like a ragdoll and let out a whimper.
- >God it felt so good just to feel a living being against your fur again.
- >You let out a shuddering breath and pressed into him with what little vigor you had left.
- >”It’s okay, Charmy. You’re all done,” he said, rubbing you gently on the back.
- >”Let’s go inside now. I’ll make you some breakfast.”
- >A wave of relief crashed over you as he walked towards the house, and you felt your eyes moisten with tears once more as you nuzzled into his neck.
- >Your name is Moonlight Charm.
- >Your Master calls you Charmy.
- >It makes you feel tingly when he does that.
- >And you’re one of the lucky mares.
- >You have a master.
- >And you love him so much.
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