Cripple Mare RGRE [Hiatus] [WIP]

>"Sweetie, just give him a chance, OK? The therapist is gonna be here soon."
"Ugh, fine, dad. I'll 'give him a shot'"
>You are Second Chance, professional polo player
>Well, PAST professional polo player
>After an accident with a carriage, your hindlegs are left paralyzed
>Your incident went out on the news, and the entirety of Equestria freaked out
>Surgeons came from different countries just to bring you back
>You had stallions fans visit you after surgeries, hoping for you to get better
>You never did, and they just...stopped coming
>Even most doctors started to see you as a lost cause, another mare left in the shadows
>Your mom stopped paying attention to you, and your dad only visits to introduce "therapists" that your mom hired to "help out"
>You know that they're all just schmucks trying to cheat out your bits
>Counting the previous ones, this should be your sixth
>Apparently this one is a renowned physician from another land
>You're pretty sure the reason mom hired this one is because he's a stallion
>Exotic one too, from what you heard
>What a bunch of horseapples
>The last one, a Masian doctor, just made you sniff incenses everyday, and, to nopony's surprise, it didn't work
>A knock comes from your door, and dad instantly springs up
>"Oh! That must be him! Treat the colt with respect, OK, sweetie?"
>The door opens and reveals...well, he's certainly exotic
>The "therapist" looks like some weird minotaur with a slender build
>He seems to be having a conversation with Dad, before looking up and smile at you
>You didn't smile back
>He's just keeping up that facade so he can live in your house and freeload off your livings, and leave when he gets bored of you
>That's how it goes every time
>He saunters over to you with that dumb smile of his
>Wonder how long it will take for him to "reveal" himself
>"Hey there, I'm Anonymous, call me Anon. I heard that the past few therapists you had didn't work out, but trust me, ok?"
"Whatever."
>"Oh, you two are getting along fine! Well, I have to go now...becaause...I have chores! Yeah! Bye, sweetie! Bye Anonymous! Take care of my baby, OK?"
>"Don't worry, Mr.Chance, your daughter is in good hands."
>And with that, dad just trots out
>Fucking dad
>You look back at Anon, and you make a mental counter on when he's gonna drop the act
>5.....
>4....
>3...
>2..
>"OK! I'm gonna assume that you don't really know much of how I work with my patients, so I'll go over how my sessions go, sound alright to you?"
>Oh, so he's a tidbit more persistent on the whole thing
"Well then, 'Dr.Anonymous'," you put a bit of spite in his name, "Tell me how you'll just magically heal me."
>"Heh, you're a joker! I don't use magic. In fact, there's no magic in me at all, and don't call me doctor, just Anon is fine."
>You huff at him
>"So here's your current condition. The carriage-crash had damaged a tiny part in your lower spine, and that led to the nerves in your hindlegs being completely paralyzed. The surgeries you had to help with that didn't help much either, as it made scar tissues begin to build around the original wound. So, my treatment will help loosen up that area, and it should aid in your recovery, OK?"
"Yeah, I heard this several times already, let's see your miracle treatment then."
>"Oh, uhm. Are you sure about that? My sessions can get...intense at times, and I want you to be in the best mental condition before we begin, are you OK with this?"
>Yup, here's the part where he scares you into waiting, and he'll get the chance to stick around for a few more days. You've seen this before, and this is not gonna slide this time
"Eeyup, lay it on me, doc. I'm ready."
>He pauses and thinks about it for a moment
>Probably about how he can lie his way-
>"Alright, if you say so, then. Just get on the floor."
>What?
>Whatever, you'll just play along and stop him when things get fishy
>You plop your plot on the floor, and Anon walks behind you
>"I'm gonna slather some oil along your spine to help soothe the area. Just holler out if it hurts too much for you, got that?"
>Ziggawut
>This sounds like a Ponehub script
>Don't question it, just let him have his fun, then you can file him for assault
>You look back to see him slather some scented oil on his wigglers, and they make contact-COLDCOLDCOLD
>You let out a yelp in surprise
>"Sorry about that, it'll feel better in a second."
>He starts rubbing them across your back, and that originally freezing solution is now...pleasantly warm
>He starts tracing the wigglers down your spine and you shiver in the pleasure
>Then he reaches your scar
>Oh Celestia
>It's burning like a thousand stars
>You grind your teeth in frustration to prevent screaming like a little colt
>"It's alright, don't hold in the sounds, you'll feel more relaxed."
"Haaaahn~"
>You instantly clamp your muzzle shut with your forehooves
>That wasn't a scream of pain at all
>Are you getting turned on by this?
>You feel your nether slowly turn wet, and you use all of your willpower to not wink
>"Yeeaaah, I should've warned you about this part," Anon says as he presses down on the scar
>You feel yourself go limp, releasing your grip on your muzzle
>A series of strained moans began to escape your mouth as his wigglers continued to rub you down
>Why does this feel good?
>This is a massage
>Massages aren't meant to feel this good
>Oh Celestia, you're so close to the edg-
>"Alright, that should be enough for the session. Any more and you might get hurt. Can you try moving?"
>No
>NO NO NO
>YOU CAN'T STOP NOW
>YOU GET ON YOUR HOOVES
"DON'T LEAVE ME BLUE-CLITTED, YOU-"
>Wait
>You got on your hooves
>You...got on your hooves
>Your eyes widen in shock before you feel your hindlegs give out again as you plop back onto the floor
>You stood, for the first time in two years
>Are tears going down your face?
>Are you crying?
>You completely drop yourself, lying on the floor as you bawl your eyes out in happiness, mixed in with a bit of sexual frustration as Anon begins to stroke your mane
"Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-"
>"Shh, it's all good. You want to warm up to me now?"
>You nod with the fury of a thousand Zebricans
>He giggles at you, "Awesome! I have to warn you beforehand though. My treatment wont bring you back to how you were originally, only enough for you to start going around on all fours, is that OK with you?"
"Yesyesyes, thankyouthankyouthankyou-"
>He puts a single wiggler to your muzzle
>"You don't need to thank me. And, uhh, you can stop hugging me now."
>You look down, and, indeed, you have a strong grip on his waist right now
>Your face flushes up as you release him
>He lets out a hearty chuckle
>"It's cool, it's cool. I understand how you must feel right now. I don't mind it, either," he says while still holding up that goofy smile of his
>It's like you're looking at Pony Jesus right now
>You cling to him again as he rearranges you into his lap
>All that crying has left you tired, and you let out a yawn
>"Take a nap, you've earned it."
>He's right
>You shut your eyes, and enter the best sleep of your life
>You awake to find yourself inside your bed, wrapped up in blankets
>Anon is nowhere to be found
>Probably went to rest in the guest room
>You check the time on your clock
>9:38 AM?
>It was afternoon when you slept
>Did you sleep all the way through dinner?
>You throw off your blanket, and stare at your hindlegs
>You try moving them like you did before, but all you get are a few twitches
>It's disappointing, but that's enough confirmation for you
>You might actually begin to walk again
>With that thought in mind, you strap on your wheels and go check for Anon in the guest room
>You slowly open the door to find...nothing
>Shame
>You kinda wanted to see Anon laid out on the bed
>N-Not in the dirty way!
>Your mind drifts back to days when colts swarm you like moths to a flame
>You gave them good ruts, but that's just it-there were no feelings behind it
>With Anon, you felt...happy?
>You felt happy to see somepony smile at you after being ignored by the world for so long
>You felt happy to have somepony be genuinely truthful towards you after being cheated by those two-bit dirtbags
>Maybe Anon's in the kitchen, cooking up something!
>And dressed up in nothing but an apron
>U-Unf
>You stroll into the kitchen to find...nothing
>Damn
>Guess those things only happen in Neighponese comics
>Huh? There's a note on the fridge
>You pick it off the fridge, and it reads, "Don't strain your legs. I'm working at the hospital if you need me. -Anon"
>The hospital?
>The colt has a job?
>He can literally live off of you if he wanted to!
>Why does he need a job?
>Well, there's only one way to find out

>Be Anon, finally
>Right now, you are chilling in the Ponyville hospital
>And apparently you are the only male doctor here
>The backwards-ass logic of this world made it rare for males to apply for jobs in the medical field
>And thanks to horse laws, they can't deny you of a job unless they want to get sued for sexism
>You are sitting in your office, chilling around when a stallion nurse walked in
>"Doctor Anonymous, your first patient of the day is here."
"Alright, bring her in."

>Be Lyra
>And you are so excited
>There has been rumors going around town that an exotic colt is going to be working at the Ponyville hospital, and that rumor has recently been confirmed!
>Mares around town are riled up at the news, and you can't deny them
>Who wouldn't get excited at that?
>The whole hospital is a taco party, and everypony's sick of being checked out by other mares
>Ohh, you are so lucky to see him first!
>"Ms.Lyra Heartstring? The physician is ready to see you."

>Be Second Chance
>And you are currently inside the Ponyville Hospital
>Waiting in line
>Waiting sucks
>You forgot how it feels to wait in line again, back before then, ponies would kill to-
>*Ding*
>Oh, that's for you!
>You trot up to the desk, and pudgy stallion peeks up from his glasses at you
>"Hello there miss, do you have an appointment today?"
>Oh sweet Pony Christ
>His voice is like sandpaper on a blackboard
"Uhh, I'm here to see Anon?"
>"We don't have a 'Anon' here, unless you're referring to Doctor Anonymous."
"Y-Yeah! Him! He works here?"
>The stallion stares at you like you said the most ridiculous thing ever
>"Yes, he works as a physician here. Right now, he's taking care of a patient. If you want to, I can make an appointment for you."
"Uhh, OK. What's the earliest time today?"
>The stallion chortles at you
>"Haha, aren't you funny. All of his times are about cleared up. If you want to, I can place you in the next available time, which iiiiissss...3 weeks from now."
>3 WEEKS?!
>"Yup, three weeks. And they're alll mares."
>Oh crapbaskets, you said that out loud
>Wait, all mares?
>Guess you're not the only one that knows of him
"Umm, can you just let me see him, for like, 5 minutes? I'm paraplegic."
>You point at your wheels
>Unamused.jpg
>"No can do, sweetie. You're not going in not unless you make an appointment."
"I'm not gonna wait 3 weeks for an appointment."
>"There are plenty of mares out there that do, though. Out there to see that hot, hot stallion butt."
>Eww, you can just imagine the tuftbeards approaching him, "G'morning. M'sir, please show me your 'medical tools.'"
"Ugh, can you just tell me which room he's in?"
>"Down the hall, third door to the left. Don't go in there unless you want trouble. I know I can't stop you, though. Mares."
>Well buck you too, then
>You walk away away and down the hall
>Doorrrr 1...2..Ah! 3!
>Wow, this door is huge
>Well, it makes sense. Anon is big
[spoiler]4you[/spoiler]
>Wonder what's happening in there
>Wont hurt if you just listen in on what's going on, right?
>You press your ear to the door
>"Y-Yeah, doc. U-Unf. Oooh yeah, right there. Rub it for me."
>WHAT?!
>IS ANON GETTING RAPED?
>Hot, BUT YOU'RE NOT GONNA LET THAT HAPPEN!
>You bust through the door
"ANON! I-"
>Anon looks up to you with a mint-green mare's hooves in his wigglers
>You rush over and knock over her, ignoring the "Hey!"
"I WONT LET THIS, THIS HUSSY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU!"
>The mare looks at you indignantly
>>"What gives, girl? I'm getting my hoof inspected here."
>What?
>Anon interjects
>"Yeah, Ms.Heartstring here strained her right hoof here playing at a concert, but thanks for caring for me, Chance. I'm sorry for not giving you enough info beforehand, uhh, hoof."
"I, what, uhh-"
>Oh god
>If you have pockets, spaghetti would be flowing out like a river at this point
"Sorry, I, ehhh-"
>He rustles your mane
>"It's all good here. If you want to, you can take a seat in my chair over there. Beats laying around in your house right?"
>He flashes a smile at you
>Brain.exe has overloaded
>Restart?
>[Y]
>1%...14%...37%...71%-
>We're sorry, but there was an error in running Brain.exe
>"All that walking around tired you out, huh? Here, I'll carry you over. Excuse me for one moment, Ms.Heartstrings."
>>"Okay!"
>He undoes your wheels and pick you up by the withers
>Oh Celestia he is really strong
>You make contact with a surface again as your plot plops into the chair, and-wow this is a nice chair
>Anon puts his focus back to "Ms.Heartstring" as he returns to holding her hoof
>"Back to where we were. Now, no matter what happens next, don't hold back, got it?"
>She replies with a small nod and half-lidded eyes
>>"I'm gonna be saying the same thing to you tonight~"
>"Excuse me?"
>>"Uhh, nothing! Ehehe, absolutely nothing at all!"
>Wow, really nice display there, sis, 8/8 would not mate
>He raises his eyebrows before shrugging and looking back to his wigglers
>They begin to slowly massage the base of her hoof, and a violent blush appears on her face as she lets out small yelps
>L-Lewd
>You feel like this is wrong watching this, and the mare agrees, occasionally glancing over to you...with a smug look on her muzzle
>Oh
>Oh she knows
>She's really enjoying this show
>But you know better
>She starts breaking into restrained moans when Anon moves over to trace the frog of her hoof
>Anon then glazes his wigglers over her leg, covering every spot on her foreleg before making slight contact with her chest tuft
>The small office is now filled with the scent of lust as a small puddle begins to gather on the chair she's sitting on
>At this point, she has broken down into a series of pants and moans as Anon continues his assault
>She might not know, but you do
>You know what comes next
>And you know it's goin' be gud
>>"Aaaahn~"
>Anon suddenly releases his grip and smiles at the mare
>"There! All done. Now, remember to not put pressure on your-"
>>"I NEED TO GO TO THE RESTROOM, NOW."
>Sure you do
>She gallops out of the office, leaving a small trail of her arousal as she skids around the halls
>"-hoof."
>You look at Anon, who is now scratching the back of his head
>"Why do they do that?"
>What
"What?"
>He doesn't know that he's blue-beaning mares?
>"I mean that. Why do they always get really springy when I finish up?"
"You never finish anyone with what you do, you tease."
>"Huh?"
>WAIT WHY DID YOU SAY THAT-OH NO HE'S WALKING UP TO YOU
>"Ms.Chance, do you know something about why my patients always act strange after my sessions? You've undergo my treatments, surely you know something, right?"
"Ummmmmm-"
>FORM SOME WORDS DAMMIT
"They. They-uhhhh"
>THOSE AREN'T WORDS, MARE
"They just get, umm, really happy when you massage them! Yeah! That's it. Haha. I felt happy too when you stroke-I mean take care of me! Heheh."
>You put up a winning smile
>He holds up a condescending look at you before looking down at his wigglers
*Growl*
>Shut up stomach!
>Well you didn't feed me yet today, you-
>"Did you eat breakfast today, Chance?"
>Anon's now drilling his eyes into your soul as you recede into the deepest of realms that is his chair
"Maybe?"
>He squints at you
>"Well, I can't have that! I want you to gain your nutrients properly if you want to recover! I'm having a 20 minute break after Ms.Heartstrings, anyways, so we can go grab something for you."
>Thank you stomach
>You're welcome, Chance
"Oh! Thank you."
>"Nah, no need for that. I'm pretty sure your family will kill me if you end up worse than you did before. C'mon, there's a cafe nearby. Let's go."
>He's so nice to you
>This is what you've been missing for a long time

>Be Anon
>Chance is strapping her wheels with a huge grin on her face
>"Let's go!" She flashes a full smile at you
>Wow, that's cute
>Moving to the small town of Ponyville was a good idea
>It's different from the city life, and there are still many widdle pones going about
>Well, there's another reason
>But it shouldn't be a problem here
>The two of you walk out, and Chance widens her eyes for a second before looking at you
"Is there an issue?"
>"Um, yeah. I just remembered that I came over to ask you about something."
"Questions never hurt anyone. Ask ahead."
>"So, why are you working at the hospital?"
>That's a strange question
"Pardon?"
>"Well, you're a colt, and usually they stay home and take care of everything. I thought helping me recover has a good enough pay, so why did you-ahh!"
>Chance's wheel suddenly halt as she falls forward, face slamming into the pavement
>She makes a little *squeak* as her muzzle kisses the ground, like a rubber duckie
>D'aww
>You chuckle at her display of finess
>She quickly gets up and stares you down, face flushing violently
>"H-Hey! Stop laughing!"
*snrk* "I'm sorry for taking pleasure in you misfortune. Do you need help with that?"
>"N-No! I'm marely enough to-"
>She takes another step, only to faceplant again
>You hold back from laughing this time
"Well then, Ms.Olympia. Let me help you with that."
>You undo her wheels and pick her up
>"What are you doing? Put me down!"
"Your wheels jammed, so you can try to be my hat for a while before we get it un-jammed later."
>You place her on top of your head, and she gains a firm grip on your forehead with her forehooves while you fold up her wheels and place them under your arm
>If you can see her right now, you're pretty sure she'll be blushing
"Hey, it's kinda funny-you're my hat right now, but you're wearing a beanie. Does that make you a double-hat?"
>"There are others watching!"
>Huh?
>You look around, and sure enough, mares and stallions are staring at Chance's little outburst
>Hushed whispers surround you, most likely referring to the two of you
>With your free hand you point to the wheels under your arm, and back up at Chance
>A collection of "Oohs" fill the air as everyone go back to their normal business
>You pat your little hat on the shoulders
"See? It's all good, and, to answer your question, I want to help more peo-ponies around me, so taking care of patients is a good way to do it."
>"Oh, I guess that's ok," Chance mumbles
>Aww, is she jealous?
"What? Do you want to hog me all for yourself?"
>"Yeah-I mean no! That's selfish for me to say."
"Hey, don't say that. To be truthful, I should be seeing you the most because you're undergoing heavy therapy from me. If you want to, you can hang out in the office with me while I work. Is that good-"
>"Yes."
"Wow, quick to answer, huh?" You laugh, "Well, we're here. How 'bout we get something for your tummie rumblies?"
>"Stop treating me like a filly!"
"Can't help it if you're this cute."
>She got quiet
>"Why are you saying nice things to me? I'm nothing."
>Woah
>You're not having that attitude anywhere
>You put down the wheels and pluck Chance off your head
"Hey. Don't say things like that. People out there care for you out there, got it? No matter how small of a number it is, you still mean something to them."
>"No one wants me anymore. My fans are all gone, my deadbeat asshat of a mom pretends I don't exist anymore, and my dad's the only one that visits me anymore, and even that is only for checking if I'm still alive and giving me fake encouragement."
>She starts sniffling a bit
>No
>You don't want to hear this
>You press Chance against you in a hug, which elicits a surprised squeak from her
"I care, and-"
>You reach an arm down to touch the frog of her hindleg, and her leg jerk in reflex
"-check this out. You felt that, right? If you can still regain the use of your legs, I want you to see the world at the brightest, OK? Can you promise me that?"
>She stops sniffling
>A tiny "Ok," is all that comes out of her
>And that's good enough for you
>You use one arm to wrap around her back and tuck the wheels back up with the other
"Thanks. Just calm down a bit, I'll get something for the both of us and we can eat it back in my office."
>You quickly made your way into the cafe and ordered two coffees with chocolate-chip muffins
>The mare working the register stared for a bit, but decided to not question it as she went to get your order
>The little paper bag came, and you awkwardly shuffled the wheels a bit to grab the bag and made your way back to the hospital
>When you entered, you were greeted by a few "hi"s and "hello"s from the staff with a few pones walking up to ask you about why there's a mare in your arm
>You just told them to hush down a bit as you entered your office
>You slowly put Chance back on your chair and place the paper bag on your desk
>Chance slowly opened her eyes and looked up to you
"Feeling better? Everything's in the bag, just don't mess up the papers and you're good. I think my break should be ending by now, so just stay quiet while I deal with more ponies, yeah?"
>She slowly nods and begins to take out the bag's contents
>>"Doctor Anonymous? The next patient is here."
"Awesome, call her in."

>Be Second Chance
>You gaze at a muffin as you mull over Anon's words
>Depression hits you hard sometimes, and you just bawl your eyes out over how pathetic you are until you stop
>Usually in your bed  because you're too bummed to go-
>Wow
>This was the first time in a while that you went out
>The last time was your third therapist, who thought that the whole paraplegic thing was a mental thing, and you can stand through sheer willpower if you tried
>To prove her point, she brought you out to the park, and stomped on your legs, expecting them to move
>It didn't take long for you to put her in the slammer
>But what Anon said was right, and with the recent development, you should be in a happy mood
>Well, to be fair, you were this morning
>Whatever, no point going over technicalities
>You pick up the muffin and bite in
>Woah
>It's chocolate chip, and that's awesome
>You bucking hate all the times you thought something was chocolate, and it turns out to be raisin
>You really expected Anon to get oatmeal raisin like every colt ever who's "on a diet"
>But Anon isn't your average colt
>You think you can live with that
>The next few hours passed uneventfully as you watched anon give physicals to ponies coming in
>Wow, the stallion at the front desk was right
>Each and every pony Anon tended to was a mare, and they were all interested in the new colt in town
>A tail flick here, a pair of bedroom eyes there
>It's almost kind of sad, these mares are trying their damned hardest to woo Anon, only for him to be completely oblivious to it
>And you are secretly laughing inside because you will spend more time with him than anypony else
[spoiler]>They'll never know[/spoiler]
>Maybe you can fess up to him once he knows you better, the you right now is in no shape to get Anon, anyways
>You sip up the last bit of your coffee as you watch Anon pat that one florist pony on the back before she makes her way out, shuddering at his touch
>"Well, that should be the last of 'em. Wanna go back?"
"Wait, what? It just hit lunchtime, though."
>"I told the hospital that my main job is giving you rehab, and they agreed to take away afternoon and night shifts in exchange for coming in earlier in the morning."
>That's nice
>Wait, that's not nice at all
"You TOLD THEM about me living with you?!"
>Oh no
>You are now public enemy #1
>All the mares in town are going to gather to lynch y-
>"Nah, I left that part out because I thought it wasn't necessary."
>Oh thank Celestia
"I guess we can go, then."
>You hold out for forelegs, and Anon...walks past you
>What
>"This shouldn't be a problem for us."
>He picked up your wheels and slapped it a few times, the wheels jutting a bit with each hit before finally freeing themselves
>"There we go. Nothing a bit of tough love can't fix," he says as he hands it to you
>Shame
>You actually kind of liked Anon carrying you around, degrading as it is
[spoiler]>Not that you want him to know[/spoiler]
>As the two of you made your way out, you look around, and while a few mares waiting for other doctors are shooting confused glances at you, the nurses are practically staring you down
>You're not sure whether to feel proud of all this attention or not
>Anon is again oblivious to all of this as he looks at you again, "I didn't really check this town out much before coming here, so are there any places that you know that serves for my diet?"
>He flashes a toothy grin at you
>Diet?
>You though he wasn't the kind to follow food tren-his teeth are sharp why are they so sharp
"You're a carnivore?"
>"Omnivore, to be precise," he points at the teeth in front, "See these? Both veggies and meat work for me. Don't worry, I don't bite."
>You release a sigh of relief
>Having a predator living under your roof is not on you to-do-
>You suddenly feel a wiggler on your withers, and you freeze up, "At least, not yet," Anon whispers into your ear
>...Did you just get turned on by that?
>Whether you did or didn't, Anon didn't seem take note of it and releases you, "Oh my God, you should've seen the look on your face!" He attempts to stifle a giggle, "But for real this time, I was just messing around. Ponies don't make their way onto my list of prey."
>Hearing Anon say the word "prey" sent a shiver down your spine
>First a miracle worker, now a meat-eater?
>This colt is shrouded in mystery, like those Homme Fatales from Jane Bond movies
>A image flashes in your mind of Anon in a pinstripe suit, smoking a cigar as he seductively struts up to you
>"Hey there, little filly. Words from the grapevine told me that you might know something."
>He puts a wiggler under your chin and stokes along your jawline, blowing smoke into your muzzle
>"Care to," he starts to unbutton his suit, "share a bit with me for a treat?"
>Hot, very hot
>"So, know any good places?"
>Oh right, talking
"Umm, it's been a while since I went out, but I think there's a Masian place near my house that serves fish. We can grab takeout there, if that's good with you?"
>"Sounds great, let's get a move on. Then."
>As you made your way onto the street, you see a small group of four trot up to Anon, each one of them wearing hoodies that mask their eyes
>>"Heeey stud," the mare in front walks up to him, "Why don't you ditch your..." she eyes you up and down, "...friend over here and have some fun with us? We promise a good time~"
>"That sounds nice, where to?"
>Tartarus no
>You are not gonna have these little goons mess with Anon
"Anon say no, these mares mean bad business-"
>One of the leader's(?) cronies shove you from the side as you topple over, landing on the side of your wheels
>>"Who said we're talking to you?" her little group begins circling him, "Now, back to my proposition..."
>Anon is still smiling innocently as they begin to close him on him
>No
>He doesnt get it, and you need to help him!
>You fumble with the straps and roll out of your wheels
>C'mon, legs. Work, damnit!

>Be Anon
>Aww
>These ponies are wearing matching hoodies
>They must be in a little gang or something
"That sounds nice, where to?"
>"Anon say no, these mares mean bad business-"
>Hey!
>That one mare at the side just shoved Chance!
>Rude as that is, you can't get mad at these little ponies
>Making them sad is one of the worst things to do
>>"Who said we're talking to you? Now, back to my proposition. Let's get to someplace quiet and we'll show you how you deserve to be treated."
>You hear a thud, and you look over to see that Chance has gotten out of her wheels and is forcing herself to stand
>She's showing obvious signs of pain as she grits her teeth getting on one hindleg
>"Wont, let, you," she says between pants, "get to him!"
>You move out of the center of the little drum-circle, and pick up Chance by her stomach
"Sorry, ladies. As much as I would like to hang out with you guys, you're bothering Chance here, who's currently under my care."