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- >Fucking rain.
- >Fucking cold weather.
- >Fucking weathermen with their shit forecasts.
- >Hey Anon, today’s going to be a nice and sunny day.
- >Make sure you don’t bring an umbrella or warm clothes either.
- >I hope they get dick cancer and raped by a water buffalo, fucking channel twelve weatherguy.
- >You were on your way home from your job when the rain started.
- >The sky decided to just open up and fuck with your day.
- >Luckily you managed to snag a coat from the lost and found so at least you got some protection from the ice cold rain.
- >So here you were walking in the rain.
- >Miserable as shit.
- >The icy drops collecting on your head and dripping their way down your face.
- >Did you mention how cold it was?
- >Well just to be certain, it was fucking cold.
- >When you get home you’re just going to take an hour long warm shower.
- >A nice warm shower sounded fantastic right now.
- >As you continued the trek home the building around you changed from the usual storefronts to more derelict looking shops.
- >This route always took you through the shitty part of town.
- >Most of the stores were closed down and their windows boarded up.
- >You’d think there would be crime but everybody was so poor, robbing anyone wouldn’t get you anywhere.
- >Hell, if anyone robbed you maybe they could steal the two bills that were currently getting drenched in your back pocket.
- >With that thought the sky above you lit up.
- >Great, maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get struck by lightning.
- >Quickening up your pace you stepped right into a puddle.
- >The feeling of your shoe filling up with water made a chill go down your spine.
- >Yup, great fucking day today.
- >A flash of light lit up the sky again.
- >Yeah there’s that.
- >That and the thunder, and the crying.
- >Wait… crying?
- >You came to a halt.
- >You’re not the smartest man on the planet.
- >Hell far from it.
- >But that sure sounded like crying.
- >Slowly backing up the crying only got louder.
- >Eventually you stood at the entrance of an alleyway.
- >Various bottles and garbage bags littered its entrance.
- >It was way too dark to see inside it and find the origin of the noise.
- >Isn’t this how scary movies start?
- >A guy walks into an alley lured by crying, only to be torn apart by a serial killer or monster
- >Nah.
- >It’s not like your life is some crazy story only made for entertainment.
- >Steeling yourself you made the choice to continue.
- >Whipping out your cell phone you flick it on to use it as a makeshift flashlight.
- >Finally a use for this expensive piece of shit.
- >Well except looking up porn.
- >The quick internet definitely made porn better.
- >Walking slowly you passed several garbage cans.
- >Some were upended, spilling their contents on the ground.
- >There it combined with the rain water that was now coming down even harder than before.
- >Man the stench was horrible.
- >If there was anyone here, they most certainly lost their sense of smell by now.
- >Moving deeper into the darkened alley you searched for the source of the noise.
- >With every step that you took the crying grew in volume.
- >It definitely belonged to a girl as far as you could tell.
- >A few steps later you came to a cardboard box.
- >This was it.
- >With each audible sob the box moved a little.
- “Are you okay?”
- >Whomever was inside the box scrambled and ended flipping the box over.
- >That’s when you saw her.
- >A little orange filly tumbled out.
- >Even with the rain falling you saw the fresh tears running down her face.
- >But it was her eyes that shocked you the most.
- >She was scared.
- >”Ple…please don’t hurt me.”
- >With that simple sentence she was out like a light.
- >Whether from being afraid or just tired you couldn’t tell.
- >Kneeling down you checked for any signs that she was still alive.
- >Her chest rose and fell lightly, which earned a relieved sigh from you.
- >Checking her over you were sure of it now.
- >A stray.
- >She didn’t have a collar or tag etched into her hoof.
- ---
- >So trying to find her owner wouldn’t be an easy task.
- >That’s if she even had an owner.
- >Without much of a choice you picked the little pony and placed her inside your jacket.
- >At least you could keep her warm until you got back to your place.
- >You sure as hell weren’t going to leave her out here.
- >With a new vigor you rushed home.
- >Which was only slightly faster than you were walking before due to the added weight and trying to hold the filly.
- >This event did raise some questions in your mind.
- >Ponies were rare.
- >Not extremely rare, but not something you ran into on daily basis.
- >Most that were sold legally went for quite a lot of money.
- >You didn’t even want to think how much the illegal ones went for.
- >The illegal market sprang up here and there, but most of the auctions houses were brought down quickly.
- >So how did anyone let a small filly just end up in a alleyway in the worst part of town?
- >It didn’t make any sense.
- >Without even noticing you arrived at home.
- >Damn inner monologue’s.
- >A challenger has appeared!
- >Fishing your keys out your pocket while keeping a firm hold on the filly clutched to your chest turned out to be harder than you thought.
- >Come on you son of a bitch!
- >The damn key ring got stuck in your pocket.
- >Fucking hell.
- >Finally after your fight with getting the front door open you got inside.
- >Going into the living room you placed the little pony on your couch and went on to grab a towels.
- >Grabbing a few from the linen closet you went back.
- >Picking up the filly again you headed towards the bathroom.
- >A warm bath would hopefully warm her up and clean her up a bit.
- >You filled the tub with nice warm water and gently lowered her in.
- >Even with all this she didn’t wake up.
- >She must have been completely exhausted.
- >And judging by how thin she was, she was probably malnourished as well.
- >Grabbing some shampoo you began washing her coat.
- >As carefully as possible you began working on getting all the accumulated grit and grime out.
- >How long was she out there?
- >Grabbing a cup from under your sink, you repeated the process for her mane and tail.
- >Soon enough she was clean and warmed up.
- >Setting one of the towels on the ground you set the filly down on it.
- >With the other towel you began drying her.
- >Satisfied with your job you eyed the little orange puffball.
- >A purple mane and tail adorned her.
- >Interesting color combination.
- >It’s when your eyes fell on her wings did anger really hit you.
- >You heard stories of people doing stuff like this.
- >They would bind a pegasi’s wings in order to impede any chances of them escaping.
- >But when they did it to young Pegasi it actually caused severe irreparable damage.
- >Judging by the state of her wings, whoever did own her at one point did it.
- >She’d never fly.
- >As gently as you possibly could you picked up the little filly and brought her to your room.
- >Setting her on your bed you tucked her in.
- >Maybe after a good night’s sleep you’d be able to get some answers.
- >Time to fish out your sleeping bag from the closet.
- >Right before you went to bed for the night you checked on the little one resting on your bed.
- >There in the center of the queen size bed was the little filly.
- >Bundled up in a blanket.
- >Closing the door quietly you went to your temporary bed aka sleeping bag on the ground.
- >Let’s face it, you are an asshole.
- >So why were you doing this.
- >You could have just as easily taken her to a shelter.
- >I’m over thinking this, deciding to sleep on it you closed your eyes.
- >You didn't even care that you were still in your wet clothes.
- >What time is it?
- >Slowly your eyes adjusted to the darkness.
- >Looking to the side to find out what time it was you found… nothing.
- >What?
- >The events from the past few hours finally came to the forefront.
- >And with them the realization that you were not in your bedroom.
- >Reaching up you tried wiping the grogginess from your eyes.
- >Only to stop.
- >Soft sobs emanated from down the hall.
- >Your impromptu guest was awake it seems.
- >The sobs only continued.
- >That’s probably what woke you up.
- >Getting out of the sleeping bag you realized that you were still wearing the wet clothes from earlier.
- >You’d probably get sick if you don’t change out of these soon.
- >Slowly approaching your room you cracked the door open.
- >There on your bed the little filly was awake.
- >Tears streamed down her face as sobs wracked her small body.
- >The sight would break any man.
- >Slowly you pushed the door to open it further.
- >Only to hear that damn hinge creak like no tomorrow.
- >Do you think she heard it?
- >Looking back at the filly, her eyes were wide and staring straight into yours.
- >Yup she heard it.
- >In a scurry you saw her try to back up and away from you.
- “Hey it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”
- >Your words fell on deaf ears as she continued to back up only to be met by the headboard.
- >You winced when the back of her head hit it.
- >That was probably going to leave a mark.
- >”Please, let me go I’m sorry I was making so much noise.”
- >Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, at this rate she’d have a panic attack.
- >You only came to the foot of the bed.
- >Any closer any she would probably have a breakdown.
- “Look I’m not mad.”
- >You held up both hands to show that you meant no harm.
- >She still looked like her heart might pop out of her chest at any second.
- >Well so much for that.
- “How about a name?”
- “Do you have a name?”
- >”Scootaloo.”
- >Okay well at least it’s something.
- “Okay Scootaloo, I’m going to grab a change of clothes then head back to the living room.”
- “Try to get some rest, I’m not going to hurt you or bother you.”
- >Grabbing some clothes from the dresser you left the room leaving the door ajar.
- >Small steps Anon.
- >At this rate you might even get straight answers before the year’s over.
- >Going to the bathroom you slipped into the dry clothes.
- >Throwing the wet ones in the hamper, you headed back to your makeshift bed.
- >Getting back in the sleeping bag you close your eyes and willed yourself back into dreamland.
- >A truly magical place where you, Chuck Norris, and Walter Cronkite saved the world from a cheese monster.
- >Good times.
- >Still you had a nagging feeling in the back of your head.
- >Like you were forgetting a pretty important thing.
- >Oh well you’d deal with it tomorrow.
- >Warm.
- >You were warm.
- >It was so much different than what you had been expecting when you woke up.
- >After you escaped that hell, all you knew was cold and hunger.
- >You didn’t dare open your eyes out of fear of the warmth going away.
- >The fear of waking up in that dirty alley kept them tightly shut.
- >But you were surrounded by warmth and softness.
- >Maybe you were dead.
- >And all those horrors that you saw were finally over.
- >Some mares were bought just to be maids.
- >Some got taken away crying.
- >Others, they go much worse.
- >Sweetie was bought and taken away, as was Applebloom.
- >The same happened to Pinkie and Twilight.
- >They didn’t even put up a fight when they left.
- >When those humans took them away.
- >But you did.
- >You waited, planned, and finally escaped.
- >The lone guard didn’t really think you could do it since you were so small and couldn’t fly.
- >You used it to your advantage.
- >Most of the ponies that were there didn’t even bat an eye when you unlocked their cages.
- >Then when you heard the guard returning you ran.
- >Without ever looking back.
- >You wanted to save them, you really did but getting caught again wasn’t going to do any good.
- >That’s how you ended up in that alleyway.
- >First you hid so they wouldn’t find you.
- >But eventually you realized, you yourself didn’t know where you were.
- >That and you didn’t dare step out of the alley with all the humans about.
- >Then the rain came.
- >With no food or shelter you got inside a cardboard box and began crying.
- >Why was this world so evil.
- >What did you or your friends ever do to deserve this.
- “Aaah…achoo!”
- >Thanks to your own stupidity it looked like you were coming down with a cold.
- >Groggily you crawled out of the sleeping bag.
- >Walking over to the table you picked up your phone to check the time.
- >7 am.
- >Still early.
- >You should probably check on the filly, and get some food in her.
- >But first bathroom.
- >Your bladder felt like it was about to explode.
- >Running to the bathroom you flung the door open.
- >Only to be pelted in the face with a roll of toilet paper.
- >”Get out!!!!”
- >And quickly you slammed the door shut.
- >Well she was awake and alive at least.
- >As for you however.
- >So much for not looking like a perv.
- >As for your bladder?
- >You could hold it for now.
- >Waiting patiently, you tapped your foot.
- >The noise of the toilet flushing got your attention.
- “Is it safe to open the door?”
- >”Yeah.”
- >Casting a quick glance at you the young mare walked past you.
- >The change from her previous nervous wreck like self to this was a good thing.
- >You guess.
- >Maybe.
- >What the fuck did you know about psychology?
- >Well next to nothing and add the fact that we were talking about terrestrial talking miniature equines makes this just a bit more strange.
- >Then the reason for standing there hit you.
- >Damn did you need to pee.
- >After using the bathroom you made a beeline for the bedroom.
- >Hopefully you could clear up the little misunderstanding.
- >And hopefully talk to her about her circumstances.
- >The door wasn’t closed but lightly ajar.
- >Knocking on it you pushed it open the rest of the way.
- “Can I come in?”
- >”It’s your house.”
- >Calm down girly I’m just trying to be polite.
- >She was sitting on her haunches on your bed.
- >Her face was impassive, but her eyes betrayed her.
- >You knew when someone didn’t trust you.
- “Well I already know your name, mine’s Anonymous or Anon for short.”
- >She still looked as impassive as ever.
- >Tough crowd.
- “About last night…”
- >You were cut off before you could even finish the sentence.
- >”Why did you bring me here?”
- >”Are you some sort of sicko, do you like filly’s you pervert. I saw guys like you at the auction house, you sicken me.”
- >The last words she spat out like they were toxic.
- “Woah okay, if this is about the bathroom thing, I just needed to take a piss. How the hell was I supposed to know a mare was going to be in there.”
- “You could have at least locked the door.”
- >Scootaloo looked at you then raised her hooves up.
- >”And exactly how was I supposed to do that you idiot?”
- >Well you just made yourself look like a retard.
- >Blame it on the public education system.
- >You were about to retort to the little mare when you were interrupted by the ringing of your phone.
- “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
- >”Where exactly do you think I’m going to go?”
- >Damn smart miniature horse.
- >Sprinting back to the living room you picked up your cell.
- >The name on the caller Id belonged to your workmate Steve.
- “Hey Steve, what’s up?”
- >”No work today, there was a situation at the office.”
- “Against my better judgment I’m going to ask what happened?”
- >Stupid human.
- >First he tries to spy on you using the bathroom, now this.
- >You got rescued by the world’s most dumb and perverted human.
- >Despite his request you went in the direction he ran off toward.
- >There standing in the living room you found him.
- >Phone stuck to his ear, mumbling incoherent sentences.
- >”Office contaminated….. Jerry got drunk…. Snuck in with ten hookers.”
- >”Wait how many pounds of manure… jesus… where the hell did he get all that shit?”
- >Turning right around you went back to the bedroom.
- >You didn’t even want to know.
- >You continued to listen to the explanation from your coworker.
- >The office was declared a biohazard by OSHA.
- >Holy shit those guys work fast.
- >Fucking Jerry, he always does this shit when he gets drunk.
- >Last time it was aborted fetuses and pudding, now this.
- >Where the fuck did he get the money for his shenanigans.
- >”So basically, we have the rest of the week off until they get all the shit off the walls and ceiling.”
- >”So there’s that and our janitor quit.”
- “Okay got it, I guess I’ll see you guys next week.”
- >”Yup, later Anon.”
- >Week off from work.
- >Fuck yeah.
- >Setting the phone down you headed back to the bedroom.
- >Stopping by the door, you knocked.
- >Just in case she was naked.
- >God dammit she’s a miniature horse, she’s always naked.
- >You should probably ask your parents if they dropped you on your head as a child.
- >It’d definitely explain a lot.
- >After knocking gently you pushed open the door.
- >It took only a second to see her distinct coloration against your sheets.
- >She was there sitting on her haunches in the middle of your bed with a grouchy pout on her face.
- “Soooo, you hungry?”
- >The loud rumbling noise coming from her tummy was the answer you got first.
- >”What do you think?”
- >There’s the snarky attitude from before.
- “Want me to cook anything specific? I can cook some mean scrambled eggs.”
- >”I don’t care, just no meat.”
- “I figured as much. Just give me a bit and I’ll whip up some food.”
- >Heading to your modest kitchen you set to work.
- >A simple breakfast of eggs, hash browns, and some pancakes with a side of OJ sounded like the best choice.
- >And judging by how tiny she looked she probably hasn’t had a decent meal in a long time.
- >Mixing the ingredients for the pancake mix you set the skillet and sprayed it with some pam.
- >Multitasking like a boss.
- >”You done yet, I’m hungry.”
- >Yeah you freeloading horse, almost done.
- “You know it wouldn’t hurt you to be just a little polite.”
- >”Yeah I remember politeness from the farm. You humans would take mares and fillies and make them do disgusting things.”
- >”And when they refused they’d be beaten. Is that what you want you sicko?”
- “Holy fucking shit relax, no need for all that. I know you probably went through a lot but have I done anything to make you feel unsafe here?”
- >”Besides trying to peek when I was using the bathroom.”
- “That was an accident.”
- >”I’m sure.”
- >Damn you little horse.
- “How about this, I’m almost done cooking so we’ll eat a warm breakfast then talk about your… strange circumstances.”
- >With a snort the filly left the kitchen.
- >From where you stood you saw her hop up onto the chair by the dining room table and put her head on her hoof in a show of boredom.
- >Maybe you can figure out who messed up a little kid this badly.
- >You sure as hell weren’t this fucked up when you were younger.
- >Then again you weren’t made to be a slave in a strange world where you saw your friends sold off to be slaves for labor or sex.
- >So yeah, you’d need to be sensitive to her feelings during the talk.
- >Well you’re fucked.
- >Being nice and sensitive towards others people feelings was never your forte.
- >Loading up two plates with some breakfast goodness you headed to the table.
- >This was going to be an interesting dining experience.
- >Setting one of the plates in front of the filly you set yours at the spot across from her.
- >Shit you forgot the utensils.
- “Be back in a sec.”
- >Walking back to the kitchen you grabbed two sets of cutlery.
- >Stopping a question came to mind.
- >How was she going to use these with her hooves?
- >This you had to see.
- >She’d probably try to hit you if you tried feeding her, that would be a sight to see.
- >Walking back into the dining room you saw quite a sight.
- >Scootaloo was chowing down.
- >Her face pressed hard into the food on the plate.
- >Yup she was definitely hungry.
- >You could only watch in awe as the little filly inhaled everything as if it were her last meal.
- >A few seconds later you saw her head lift from the plate.
- >Bits and pieces of eggs and hash stuck to her snout.
- >Then you saw something new.
- >She smiled.
- >An honest to goodness smile.
- >Hnnnnngg!
- >Composing yourself you decided to break the nice moment.
- “Want seconds?”
- >Her smile disappeared in an instant.
- >”Yes… please.”
- >Well I’ll be damned, she said please.
- >Remember Anon, small victories.
- >With a big smile on your face you stood up ready to fill Scootaloo’s plate with more food.
- >The sudden knocking on your door however put a hamper on that.
- >You weren’t expecting any company this early.
- >Sliding your plate in front of the filly, you headed to the door.
- “Swear to god, if it’s a salesman I’m going to be pissed.”
- >But when you opened the door you were a bit surprised.
- >”Good Morning Mr. Mouse, my name is Doctor Byzantine.”
- >The man standing there was wearing a sharp suit that looked like it cost more than what you made in… ever.
- >”Now don’t look so surprised Mr. Mouse, may I call Anon?”
- >Before you could even respond the man continued.
- >”You see Anon, you have in your possession something that does not belong to you.”
- >I don’t like where this is going.
- >”May I come in, I believe this conversation would best be had in a much more private atmosphere, don’t you?”
- >I really don’t like where this is going.
- >Shakily you nod your head and step aside to let the man who claimed to be a doctor in.
- >Cautiously you led him to the living room.
- >As you both sat down he continued.
- >”Much better, now Anon on to business. You have something that belongs to me, and were it not for the fact that I made an oath to do no harm you would be in quite a predicament.”
- >God what did you get yourself into?
- “Listen Jerry said to just hold onto it for him. That fucker said it wasn’t illegal or stolen so I”
- >”Young man what are you on about?”
- >Walking over to the entertainment center you pulled out the box that Jerry gave you months ago.
- “Isn’t this what you’re here for.”
- >You handed the box to the doctor who opened it.
- >The moment he opened the box the contents cast an eerie green glow over his face.
- >”By the gods, why would you even have this.”
- >The doctor proceeded to pull out the foot long glow in the dark dildo.
- >Placing the big veiny bastard back in its box he handed it back to you.
- >”I’m quite happy to say that the reason for me being here does not involve the curious contents of that case.”
- >”I’m here because you have come into possession of one of our pony’s.”
- >How did they?
- >How the hell did they know about Scootaloo.
- >”Judging by your confusion you are trying to deduce how we knew her whereabouts. It’s quite simple really. A small gps chip implanted at the base of the neck, much like the ones used for dogs.”
- >”It’s extremely efficient and very practical. Look they even have an app for it on the phone.”
- >Causually he held up his phone, but all you saw was a lock screen.
- >”Give me second here, alright slide to unlock and…. Darn, what was the passcode again. What do you mean I’m locked out for 5 minutes! Well you get the idea.”
- >Nonchalantly he placed the phone back in his suit pocket.
- “So what do you want? You here to take her back to that hell hole she escaped from?”
- >Despite his carefree attitude earlier, the look he gave you sent chills down your spine.
- >If you’ve ever seen a video of a predator evaluating its prey you would know the look.
- >”As shocking as it may come, no I have not, well not in the sense you’re thinking of. That little filly has been a thorn in my operation for quite too long.”
- >”Constant escape attempts, inciting riots and uprisings, that sort of thing. That and the fact that she bit me.”
- “She bit you?”
- >”Right in the calf, don’t let her small size fool you she may as well be a small shark with hooves.”
- >You saw him lift up his leg and pull up the pant leg.
- >A small imprint of teeth marks were still there.
- “Ouch.”
- >”Indeed. But back on topic, here’s our connondrum. This filly is still our rightfull property, but she’s caused more trouble than she’s worth.”
- >”So we have two choices here.
- >”Either I take her back and ship her to another ranch or”
- “Or?”
- >”Or you buy her. And I am sorry but I need your answer quickly, I am a busy man after all and I rarely ever make house calls anymore.”
- “Yes.”
- >With a smile the doctor walked over and shook you hand.
- >”Excellent, excellent. Now as most ponies run along the lines of about $2500, and due to your understanding and hospitable nature I’ll bring down the price down to let’s say $1500.”
- >Wincing internally you nodded.
- >”Do not worry yourself young man, we already ran your credit and prepared a personal loan for you with our bank.”
- “Wait, you guys have a bank?”
- >”Naturally, we do a lot of business it would only make things more convoluted if we didn’t.”
- >”Anyhoo, enjoy your purchase and we’ll send all her papers to you within the week.
- >Slowly you nodded.
- >Walking the doctor back to the door you thought about what just happened.
- >So right now you owned Scootaloo.
- >Well at least she didn’t need to worry about someone coming for her anymore.
- >But a gut feeling told you that this was only going to cause more problems than it solved.
- >You closed the door the moment that the weird man stepped through it.
- >Well crap, you owned a small equine.
- >Why does this shit always happen on your days off.
- >Walking back to the kitchen, you were ready to break the news to Scootaloo.
- “Hey Scootaloo?”
- >”Don’t you hey me, I heard everything!”
- >”So you own me, well guess what you’re a sicko and a pervert that likes watching ponies go to the bathroom.”
- >Again with that.
- >”So don’t think I’m going to call you master or anything you weirdo.”
- “I was going to say lets finish breakfast and maybe watch some television.”
- >And the little filly instantly stopped her rant.
- >Her mouth still open she just sat there.
- >You however had more pressing matters.
- >Filling up her plate from before and setting it down, you sat at your own spot and began downing your breakfast.
- >Boy you made some killer eggs, if you do say so yourself.
- >”Sorry.”
- >Well that was quick.
- “Don’t worry about it.”
- >Swallowing the rest of the food in your mouth you looked Scootaloo straight in the eyes.
- “I don’t blame you for not trusting humans, and honestly buying you was the best option at the time if you consider the alternative.”
- “I don’t need a slave or a pet, so for now let’s just say were roomies., that good with you?”
- >A slow nod from the orange filly was the only response you got.
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