Ponislave saga

>Be Floorbored
>Unwanted even as a slave. It's not like you want to be raped like the stacies in the cage next to you, but they keep crying about it like it’s a bad thing. Atleast someone is getting dick.
>Those aren't good thoughts to be having.
>Life in Equestria isn't too different from life on Earth. Just sit, stare at a wall with a gaze as blank as your flank.
>Day in. Day out.
>The food here is better than Raman noodles, that’s a plus.
>You wish they had some manga, but no, all you have to listen to is stacey's gossip and crying. You get why the humans don't want to even touch you. Despite mandatory hose downs you retain a film of hair grease and a faint smell of cheese.

>You were bought? By who? For what?
>The answers to these questions awaited outside of this wooden crate. They just left you on the doorstep of a large house.
>A man opens the door.
>"Oh sweet, our support is here." He turns back inside. "Girls, come meet the support."
>He carries you inside. Unicorns begin to pop out from the woodwork.
>Three of them, they don't have horn rings on. The man opens the crate. "Hello! I'm Anon." He points to himself. Then to the first unicorn to his left.
> "Twilight, Midlaner." They sound off with their names.
>"Starlight. Jungle."
>"Sunburst. AD carry" A male. How odd. This must be some kind of breeders. Don't know why he'd want your genes. They're shit, you’re a shitty worthless blank flank.
> You recognize Twilight, having her change her last name to something of his choosing, at least she was allowed to keep her first name. You wonder what name he’ll choose for you.
>"Where's Moondancer?"
>"She's in a game." Twilight pipes up.
>"It's not game time yet! It's barley past 9am." The man seems angry.
>"Well you know her, I keep trying to tell her, but…" it's obvious Twilight is the alpha. Telling the master about what the other pony is doing wrong, like a child would tell on a classmate.
>Anon pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'll talk to her later. For now." He turns to you. "You must be hungry, come on breakfast is still warm."
>You follow him to a large dining table. The chairs are human size. You wouldn't be able to get up on it without help, and you doubt he wants to touch you. Does he even want you at the table? Some humans have a kink for treating ponies like pets. Maybe he'll just give you your food on the floor boards.
>"Oh, here I'll get it for you."
>Starburst, a strapping young stallion pulls over a step stool with his magic. What a kind act, is he flirting? You've never had a stallion pull out a chair for you before. You hope your blush isn’t noticeable.
>You get up onto the chair. Now perfectly seated at a full table. Minus one person.
>"So Floorboard, correct?"
>You nod.
>"Great! Well starting tomorrow you'll be the support for our MOBA team. Now you probably don't know what that is. It's a video game."
>You don't know what a video game is either.
>Twilight sees your confusion and quickly fills in the blank. "They're virtual world controlled with keyboards. Imagine a book, but interactable. The one we play is like chess, but with a lot more pieces."
>Yeah, that kinda makes sense. What's a keyboard though?
>"You'll be the support." Starlight adds in.
>What kind of support? Doubt you could be of any real help.

>Be Anon, the new pony seems to be settled in, you'll give her a day to decompress before showing her how to play. Right now you have a bigger problem.
>You throw open the door, it bangs against the wall, you cringe, the landlord is going to take your deposit if that made a dent. There she is, on her PC, headphones on, surrounded by cans of monster energy not having noticed your loud entrance.
"Moondancer."
>No response
"Moondancer!"
>She's really in the zone.
>You walk up behind her.
>She's almost done with the game. You sit on her unmade bed and watch her play. She's a good player. Unicorns can use their magic to input key patterns that would leave a human hand in knots, it's an advantage.
 >Her real talent comes from her obsessive nature. Doubt she slept. Probably played all night. It’s unhealthy, if it were up to her she’s play until she got blood clots in her ass and have a stroke in her chair.
>The victory screen pops up. "Bucking finally, bucking ad carry, bucking solo que. Had to carry that shit." She takes her headphones off.
"AHEM!"
>"Eek! A-a-anon, whatever are you doing here?"
"Someone missed breakfast and the new girls arrival, and from the looks of it, someone didn't sleep!"
>"I don't need breakfast, and I'll meet the new girl on the rift."
"Sleep?"
>"Don't need it." She stretches out, letting out a yawn.
"Moondancer, you're hurting your body, we have a schedule for a reason."
>"So what if I hurt your property!"
>Oh, she's still salty about the slavery thing. You got her a month ago. You want to build a pseudo family, granting her a lot of freedom, but  At first all she wanted to do was read. She just blocked out the world for books. Now she is blocking out the world with games. She knows the truth. She's your property, she can confront it, but it's such a massive block in the road that she chooses to ignore it. Her bringing it up so much is her way of asking you for an answer.
"Well, your the one who has to live in it!"
>That shut her up. She clicks the que again button. Not so fast! You hit the power switch.
>"What the buck!" She pushes you away from her desk. You stumble back over a mountain dew can, it flies out from under you. Falling into the wall. You quickly get back up.
"Fucking hell, Moondancer. The landlord is going to take my security deposit if you tear these walls up."
>She's not moving, just staring at you, looking whiter than usual.
"What?"  You look at the wall. It has red on it. You feel your forehead, blood.
>You grab a cleanish looking towel off the bed. Applying pressure to the llong cut on your head, gushing out blood.
>Why does she have a towel on her bed?
>"A-are you alright A-anon?"
>Why is she stammering? She only stammers when scared.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
>She signs. "Let me go get you a clean towel."
>Clean? This one isn't?

>Be Floorbored.
>One of the ponies hurt the master. “Twi, be a dear and hold my skin together so I can super glue this cut shut.
>Sunburst speaks up, his voice sounds like he is on the verge of crying, very unstallion like. “Master, are you going to have her put to sleep?” that’s a weird way to phrase bedtime.
>”She’s already asleep.”
>Tearing up, Sunburst goes on “Sir, I mean, you’re within your rights, b-b-ut so quickly? It’s only a small cut.”
>”You wut m8?”
>”I mean we are just property, you’re allowed to put us to sleep whenever you want, but I just thought you were different. I know in human law anytime a pony hurts a human it’s a possibility, but this… from you…”
>You wish master would put you to bed. Sunburst is now crying, Anon looks worried, but has his hands full putting super glue on his cut.
>Starlight rubs a hoof on his shoulder. Shushing his sobs.
>”I mean, she was up all night of course I put her to bed.”

Chp 2

>Be Floorbored
>Twelve hours of game, eight hours sleeping, one hour exercise, the rest is meal breaks and leisure time. This has been your daily schedule for a month. The aerobic exercise never gets better.
"Anon! I don't want to exercise." You whine.
>He pinches the bridge of his nose. "For the fourth time this hour, Floor. It's a walk around the block. It won't kill you."
"But Aaaanon."
>Your protests fall on deaf ears. He tugs the leash, pulling you forward.

>In what was originally the living room, but has now been dubbed the gaming room, everyone sits next to each other.
>"Starting to look like a real team!" Anon shouts excitedly.
>The unicorns have regular human keyboards and mice. You have some hobbled together technology akin to a child's toy. Four large buttons on the table. Two foot pedals, and a mouse that was meant for amputees to use. You have never felt so cursed by your birth as a mud pony than how you feel now.
>You barely know how to play this game. You know two of your characters moves. Heal nearest ally and heal entire team.
>"Just stay out of range of the enemies." Starburst assures you.
>You stand by the tower.
>"Maybe not that far away."
>You walk towards him.
>You feel a gentle nudge on your arm. Your character walks back a little bit.
>A spear flies out of the bush. It barely misses you. If something had not of nudged your arm your character would have been hit.
>Starburst gives you a sly smile and a wink.
>Did he magic your hoof? It'd be hard to tell if he used his magic. His horn is already shining from playing his own character. A quick bump would only be visible for a microsecond.
>Your character uses it's heal everybody skill.
>"Triple kill." Moondancer lets out an unhinged laugh. "Fear me humans. I am the alpha and the omega! Destroyer of noobs! You are slaves to my kill score!"
>Anon raises an eyebrow at her interesting smack talk, but then turns to you. "Nice Ult Floor. Didn't even see you looking at top lane. She really needed that health to turn that gank around." He claps for you. The other ponies give a few quick words of praise.
>This tiny amount of attention makes your creme coat turn pink.

>"Just look into the camera and tell it what you like to do in your offtime."
>Anon has you sat in front of him Holding his phone. Why does he need an interview now of all times, you skipped showering yesterday, your fur has remnants of cheeto dust. Your hair is greacy. This feels like a school icebreaker exercise. You hate those, how can you condense your personality to a few quick sentences?
"Uhh… I like to read manga, eat Doritos, and …." Crap. You can't think of another thing! You already said 'and' so you can't take it back. "And…." And now you said and again. What are you slow? "Play games?" That came out terribly.
>"Perfect Floor, Niceu Niceu very good." He gives you a double thumbs up.
>Celestia knows that he's going to embarrass you with this later, but you can ignore it. This is leisure time, you have manga to read!

>"I brought ice cream!" Anon kicks open the door, his arms laden with grocery bags.
>"Let me help you with that." Starlight teleports the bags off of Anon's arms and onto the kitchen counter.
>"Thank you,I would have taken you all out for an ice cream date, but it's illegal to have unicorns without horn rings in public." He laughs like he told a joke. "Soooo icecream party instead."
>Starlight already has bowls out, and is doloping one scope of each different flavor into everyone's bowls.
>"I don't want vanilla." Twilight corrects her.
>"But then they won't be equal." Starlight snipes back.
>"You and equality, if you didn't obsess over it then maybe we'd be higher ranked. Top, mid, bot. Top, mid, bot. Your ganking is incredibly predictable." Twilight sounds like she's been holding onto this gripe for weeks.
>Uh oh. The stacys are fighting to be the alpha of the herd
>"But if everyone is fed equally then we all win together."
>"You donate kills to the support!"
>Oh they mentioned you.
>Anon steps in, taking the icecream scoop from out of Starlights magic grip. "Girls, girls, I'll portion out the icecream. You all just relax. It's a celebration, a party, be happy, no worries."
>Starlight whines "But I want to help."
>"You can help, by putting the rest of the groceries away."
>"Anon, we've had icecream for the past week, why is this special?" Starburst asks.
>"The reason, simple! To celebrate, that together, as a team. You all have risen into the high ranks. Everyone of you has had a part to play in reaching this first milestone." He's speaking in word salad.
>He pauses, waiting for someone to ask a question. When no one asks he continues.
>"The milestone? Well it is that we got our first sponsor, and I've edited your guy's 'Hello world' video!"
>He produces a TV remote and flips on the TV. There's a YouTube video pulled up.
>The thumbnail is of you five. He clicks a button and the video plays.

>Anon, sitting on the couch, in his suit. Legs crossed and fingers interwoven.
>"Hi, I'm Anon, when I was a kid I had dreams of being one of the best video game players in the world, but then my dad died and I had to work to put my little brother through college." A sea of "F"s crowd the screen, leaving only Anon's face viewable.  He gives a wide smile. "Now I'm living vicariously through these five special ponies!"
>The screen cuts to Twilight, sitting casualy on her bed. "Hi, I'm Twilight, I play mid and I enjoy statistics, books, and science!" She has a perky bounce to her words.
>Another jump cut, to Starlight, sitting straight up in her chair. "My name is Starlight, I play in the jungle. My hobbies include: Books about equality." She is stiff as a board.
>Then to Starburst, laying down way to casually on his rainbow comforter. The camera at a seductive angle, focused mostly on his ass. One hoof propping up his head. "Hey, I'm Starburst, the AD carry. I like napping, and reading."
>Did Anon just buy the nerdiest ponies he could find? Obviously not, cause your next. You cringe at hearing your voice through the TV. It sounds raspy. Your room is a mess, Dorito bags surround you, there's a bottle of yellow liquid in the bottom corner. You thought you hid the piss jugs!
>"Uhh.. I'm Floorbored… I like manga, Doritos, and…. And… video games? Oh! And I play ….support?"
>It's so cringy, you're literally a steriotype of a loser neet.
>Next is Moondancer. At her desk, behind her is a tower of stacked Energy drink cans. She looks emotionless. "I'm Moondancer. Top laner. I play game." You can see the que pop up on her computer, she turns, returning her attention to the game.
>At the very least you weren't the most autistic one in the video.
>Some wide shots of us all playing together.
>Back to Anon on the couch. "So stick around and see what happens!"
>Fade to black.
>Fade back into Anon.
>"The sponsor of this video is PonyTracks Icecream, the only icecream that is made for pony digestion. You wouldn't want to accidentally be feeding your precious pet something harmful would you?"...blah blah blah… your mental adblock kicks in.
>"See how much my ponies enjoy it!"
>Videos of the unicorns daintly enjoying icecream with a spoon and magic flash by. Then it cuts to you, muzzle deep in a bowl of ice cream going at it whole hog.
>When did he film that?

>The video stops and Anon claps. Us ponies stay silent. Why is he so excited for a video with only…. Your eyes down.
"1 million views."
>"Yep! And I only bought half of them!"
>Starlight gives her two cents. "Anon, that's dishonest! It's not fair to other creators to buy views."
>"Starlight I buy slaves, you think I wouldn't buy views?"
>Then Twilight chimes in "Anon, ponies can eat regular icecream."
>"No you can't! And if you say you can then we will have lost our only sponsor. So if anyone asks tell them dairy gives you fat cheese farts!"
>Starburst's turn "Why is my part so focused on my flank?"
>"For the gays. Starburst, to entice the gays."
>"The gaize?"
>"No! Actually yes, the gay's gay gaize."
>"What's a gay?"
>"A dude who fucks dudes."
>"But I'm not-"
>"Shhhhh, wrong, you are, at least on paper, but if anyone in chat asks you while you're streaming you ignore them. Twitch is on the lookout to ban anyone who mentions anything sexual."
>You stay silent, as per usual.


Ch3

>Be Incognito, when Anon asked to borrow a few thousand, you couldn't really refuse. It was on the back of his hard work that you were able to go to law school. He is the reason you're affluent now.
>He leads you into the kitchen. Past a long table of ponies on computers. It was eyebrow raising to say the least.
"So this is what you spent that money on, ponies playing video games?"
>"Yeah, and we're already seeing a return. We're not out of the red yet, but we're about even." He acts like this is some genius idea.
"How?"
>"Sponsors, like nascar, but for games. You slap a sticker or shill a product and they pay you big bucks, depending on your audience."
"And your audience?"
>"Respectful, for only being two months along. We have a play button. Big ideas big following." He points to a silver YouTube plague on the wall.
>Whatever, as long as he is happy. This is obviously him living out his lost childhood, but you can't complain.
>"Also I'd like to know how to up my life insurance."
"Life insurance? Since when have you had life insurance?"
>"Since I was 18, if I died then how would you have paid for law school? Life insurance obviously."
>What a morbid lottery he plays.
"How much is it currently?"
>"Half a million."
"What the fuck brother."
>"What, it was only 40$ a month, I had two people to take care of, and now I have five."
"I'm a lawyer not a life insurance agent, if you got it that high, surely you can get it higher. Why do you want my opinion on this?"
>He just shrugs, going blank.
>"Oh, and how legal is having ponies stream?"
>Your hand finds your face.
"Is there a legal precedent?"
>He shrugs.
"You're just throwing yourself into unknown waters and hoping everything works out?"
>He shrugs.
"You called me over here for life insurance advice, and to search about ponies being used as internet personalities." This fucking goyim.
>"Of course not, I also wanted to see how my brother was doing."

>Be Floorbored.
>Everyone but you and Starburst is solo queing. You two dou que, something about a ADC and support relationship. You wouldn't mind being in a relationship with Starburst, or any male for that matter.
>Your pretty sure he's gay though, but maybe he'll swing your way if he's horny enough.
>He's carrying the computers up to his room with his magic. Streaming, in a boy's room, next to a boy! Is this a date? You're not ready for a date! What if he wants to hold hoofs on stream? Your hoof will be all sweaty from the mouse. It'll be gross, he'll never look at you the same!
"Anon, why can't I stream in my room?" You whine.
>He pivots on his heel to face you. "Your room is a minefield of piss bottles and dildos. The idea of a NEET is what the viewers want, they don't want to see the ugly truth of it."
>Fair point, if hurtful.
>The rainbow comforter is hung up as a backdrop to your face cams.
>You don't feel like playing much, so you just try to look like you're playing and let Starburst play for you.
>The chat is toxic as usual. Jabs about pony slavery, they're quickly muted by Anon, the only chat moderator. In a perfect world you wouldn't be able to read the horrible things they say about you, but for each bad thing is ten white knights. Giving you hollow praise. Even their kind words can't cheer you up, you know they're just lusting after you.
>*PING* IceyWeiner donated $100 the text to voice lady reads out. "You look sad. Have your master buy you some icecream with this money. Colon carot left bracket. ( :^) )"
>That brings a smile to your face, and a tear to your eye.
"Aww thanks so much, Icey…. Your name is troll, but thank you so much."

>Be Anon.
>"So then I ate icecream on stream for an hour." Floorbored explains the situation. You of course were monitoring the stream, but didn't want to stop it.  You just switched the title over to muckbang and she was a hit.
>Do you tell her muckbang is a fetish?
"That's perfect, actually Floor, if you would like to do that more, then you can. People seem to like it"
>"I doubt Starburst will let me use his room, he was having a hissy fit about the icecream falling on his sheets."
>Modern solutions require modern problems.

>Be Anon.
>Walking down the street to grab some smokes, there is a cardboard box down an alley. Upon it is written an ominous message. Just reading it makes your skin crawl. "Blow job - $10. Sex - $20. Anything - $40."
>You approach the box. Hearing the soft breath of a sleeping pony inside you knock on it hoping to wake her.
>The moldy cardboard box collapses. The pony is instantly awake, like a scared cat, she jumps to face you. Her face softens. Recognizing you as a customer.

>Be Morning Glory, another Joe trashed your home.
"What do you want?" You try to sound appealing, even $10 was enough for a few days of food.
>He has a sadistic grin. "Anything for $40?" You hate when people request anything. It's always something painful, the last Joe payed to put a cigarette out on you. He had a grin on his face while he did it. His words still echo around your nightmares 'hurting animals makes me hard. I'd never copulate with a whore like you, but this will get me started.'
>"Ahem" the guy currently in front of you clears his throat. "As I was saying, how good are you at chat moderating?"
"Is that a sex position?"
>He laughs in your face, it's clear and free, lacking malice. You want to be offended, but he just keeps laughing like a kid. You give a nervous chuckle.

>Be Floorbored, in the blissful stage between half awake, and dreaming you hear your door open.
>"And this is Floorbored, she's currently." A sharp intake of breath. "OVERSLEEPING!"
>You jump out of your covers, sending doroto bags flying. The light catches the cheeto dust. Anon looks like a Jersey Shore character due to the orange haze in the room. "Floor, you missed exercise." You look at the alarm clock on your table.
"I missed breakfast?"
>"You missed a lot! Say hello to Morning Glory!"
>Next to Anon is a Brown pony with a brown mane. In a Halloween costume quality maid outfit. Your inner weebo cringes at the chink seams and steriotypical french frills.
"Uhh… hi?"
>"Nice to meet you, ma'am." She gives a bow.
>"She's our new maid, chat moderator, and shower enforcer!"
>Uh oh. He's caught onto your bathing habits.
"Y-y-you bought a pony just to get me to shower?"
>"No, I didn't buy her. She's a free pony. I hired her to make sure you bathe."

>Be Morning Glory
>Sir said to bathe this pony. He didn't say that it would be this bucking hard.
>You wait behind the bathroom door. She has to come out to piss sooner or later. When she does then you can shut the door. Then it'll be just you, her, and the shower.

>Be Morning Glory
>Six hours later. Buck this, you march out from behind the door and buck open the door to the dirty pony's room.
>You recoil, she has a bottle up to her cooch. A dark brown liquid pours out into the bottle. She sees you, her eyes go wide. She drops the bottle.
>You're dry heaving. You see why Sir hired you just for this one pony. She's enough to make you yearn for the streets.
"Shower! Now!"
>"No!"
>She's out of her chair, keeping her distance from you.

>Be Starlight, the most helpful, the most equal making, and the second most one dimensional pony in this comedy.
>You're passing by Floor's room when you hear a struggle.
>You peek in to see the new maid dragging Floor out from under the bed by the tail.  Piss bottles and dirty towels flying haphazardly.
>You pick up both the ponies with your magic.
"Girls, if you ruin the room then Anon loses his security deposit."
>"Starlight, help me! This mare is trying to kill me!"
>"I'm trying, per Sir's instructions, to get her in the bath."
>Oh, another opportunity to be helpful.
>You teleport yourself and them into the bathroom.
>You hear someone moving from behind the shower curtain. The sounds of waves in a bathtub.
>Starburst pulls the shower curtain back then screams like a woman. In a flash he is gone. He teleported away. Leaving only a still warm bath.
"Well, in you go."
>Floor thrashes, even with your magic restraining her. Her earth pony strength sends water flying.
>You let the maid mare wash Floorbored. You're more preoccupied with catching the what water would have landed out of the tub.
>"You're evil!" She wails out insults as she thrashes. "I'm melting!"
>You grab the waves of water and divide them into equal droplets. Sorting them into even rows and columns. Like an abacus made of water.
>1...2...3……(some time later)…..42069...42070

>Be Floorbored, exhausted, violated, and feeble. Morning Glory rubs down your wet fur with a towel.
>You look at yourself in the mirror. You're coat is white. Your hair lacks it's greacy shine. You barely recognize yourself.
>She pulls you by the mane past your room, and into Starburst's room. He looks at you, hair still wet and clinging to his square muzzle.
>"Don't let her leave until I'm done cleaning her room!"
"No! My sanctuary!"
>She slams the door on your flank. You jump forward landing on Sunburst's bed. He makes room for you. His nostrils flare.
>"You smell good."
>Your white coat turns pink. Is he hitting on you. I mean, the wet mane makes him look sexy. Does the water in your mane make you look half as fuckable?
>Tracing down the length of his body your eyes spy his sheath.
>He turns his hips, hiding it. "My eyes are uphear you know." He sounds more effeminate than usual. Something about this room's decor and his nerdy voice makes your mouth move on its own.
"What are you a fag?"
>He blushes. Oh no. "NooOoo of course not, me gay? No, I mean. I've had an open internet connection… I've seen stallion on stallion, who on the internet hasn't, but me? Into it? Nah. Never. Not even once."
"Me thinks do doth protest too much."
>He sighs and buries his face in his hooves. "Fine! I am!"
"Great, the only dick in the house and it's a gay one." Forever a virgin.
>"What about Anon?"
>Oh yeah, Anon is male. Though you've never thought about him in that light. The only humans you've schlicked it to have been 2D, the 3D version leaves lots to be desired.


>Be Moondancer
>You play game, but as you reach the peak of the game the ques to get into a match are more drawn out.
>You fear those moments, just you with your thoughts, so you suppress them with a different game.
>Your thoughts run wild right before bed and right after waking up, you hate times like that the most.
>You get out of bed and climb into Fort. Energydrink. The game has an update, you divert your attention to a card game on your second monitor.
>Oh, it has an update too.
>You read the patch notes for Popular MOBA.
>All great balance changes to make the game more enjoyable, you're sure.
>That was sarcasm.
>At the end of the list is a small change
>"Changed terms of service."
>It seemed innocent, but with nothing else to preoccupy you. You did the unthinkable, you read the terms of service.
>Wow, they changed it a lot, the word human pops up in almost every sentence. You don't remember seeing it at all before. Previously they had used less restricted wording, like person.
>*Ping*
>The download finishes, you accept the terms and log in.

Chap 4

>Be Morning Glory.
>The house is spotless, all ready for the guests to come over.
*Ding dong*
>You open the door, giving a short bow to the group of humans at the door.
"Come in." You lead them to the gaming room,  spectator chairs, hastily assembled IKEA clearance items, have been placed around the gaming table.  "Have a seat please. I'll go get Sir for you."
>You catch Anon at the stairs.
>"I heard the doorbell, are they here?"
>You nod. "Well grab a refreshment tray."
>You passed out drinks to the guest. All kinds of different people. Mostly scrawny or fat, with hair colors that would put a pony to shame. Men in black polos and slacks carry in computers. They set them across the table from your teams computers.
>"So we're agreed, 70% of the profits from these videos go to you. So even if your team loses, you still win financially. The rest will help us produce the video, and to pay for Vices trip out here."
>The only other man in a suit sits next to Anon, he's a balding asian man. "Fine, but my team won't lose to some dumb animals."
>Anon shook the man's hand. The men in black polos have left. In come a skinny bunch of teens. They sit at the freshly plugged in computers and log in, moving like automatons.
>People begin setting up Iphones on tripods, recording the team as they come down the stairs.

>Be nervous. I mean, Be Floorbored. There's people here! People you don't know!
>You fall in at the end of the line of ponies. Twilight in the lead.
>She walks down the stairs and gives a regal bow to the camera. Starlight gives a wave. Sunburst just that one goofy smile, Moondancer does the upwards nod, and you just stare into it, shaky knees and an  anxious look.
>Sunburst pulls out your seat with his magic.
>"Magic!" Some balding asian man in a suit yells. "You didn't say anything about magic."
>Anon steps between his ponies and the angry man. Your opponents, sitting across from you don't look up from their monitors. With headphones on their heads they are in their own world.
>"Relax, what's wrong with magic?" Anon shows the man his palms.
>"It's highly unstable, a destructive force, they can teleport away, even kill us all!"
>Anon chuckle, not his normal laugh, a rehearsed laugh. "It's actually a common misconception. See these ponies only have enough magic to lift small objects for short periods of time. They can't harm people. If they were going to hurt someone they would have harmed me a long time ago." He laughs again, his real laugh. You notice he has his hair parted to cover up the scar on his forehead from Moondancer's sperg moment.
>Anon snaps and Twilight demonstrates. Struggling to lift an empty can of Monster Energy. Her magic fades in and out. She grunts with concentration.  Finally she huffs, the can falls. There is sweat on her forehead.
>"It's not good for anything harmful, barely even useful, but it allows them to use regular keyboards. If they didn't have their magic then they'd all have to use a keyboard like poor Floorbored here. He gets close to you." Pointing at your specialty made gaming gear. "Why I rewired a Fisher Price piano just so the poor girl could play."
>Laying it on a bit thick, but it makes the man grow complacent. "Fine! Let's just play."
>The game goes as usual. You stay at the far range of the enemy and heal Starburst when he needs it. Occasionally your character does something on its own and you just roll with it.
>"First blood." The announcer lady's voice rings out. This angers the other teams manager. He rolls up a esports magazine and gives their midlaner a quick swat to the back of the head. "It's a fucking dumb pony, how you die?"
>"马阴道" The skinny teen stamers out.
>"No excuse!" He cocks back the magazine, the player flinches.

>Be Anon, this is great! They're literally 20 kills to zero, vs the ninth best ranked team in the world. You had to fly these guys out from China.
>Morning Glory is passing out snacks to the Vice reporters.
>The manager is going ape shit on his team, slapping them with a magazine left and right. Throwing their headphones across the room. Like a little man child. His eyes bulge. Looking for something he can take out his rage on.
> They rest on Morning Glory. He makes a running start. He cocks his foot back.
>You're behind your team, you jump the table.
>She screams out, flying into a Reporter.
>You're at the end of the table. He has his foot in the air again.
>You land on all fours, right behind him. Another push from your legs.
>You’ve got your arms around his pudgy chest.
>You swing your body and throw him to the side. He hits the ground with enough force to shake the house.
"Games over, get out."
>The chinese players pick up their computers and leave. The Vice reporter whom Morning Glory was thrown into is checking on her. “Never thought I’d have to use first aid at an esports scrim.”
"Is she alright?"
>"I'm fine Sir, just a bruised rib." Hearing her voice is reassuring. He places a hand over the swelling area. She doesn't wince in pain, so nothing is broken, hopefully.
>”Are you alright little pony?”
>"I've had Joes pay to kick me harder than that." She laughs, you laugh.
>"Joes?" The report asks.
You jump into the conversation. "Oh, yeah, I found Morning Glory on the street performing tricks. I just couldn't let her stay that way so I gave her a job."
>"Interesting, would this be a good time for an interview?" He takes out a notepad.
"Sure just let me…" you get Morning Glory to her hooves, "Twilight keep an eye on her. If she's in any pain, get me. We'll take her to the hospital."

>"First all pony esports team met with violence!"
>Be Twilight listening to Anon, fluff his own ego with that article for the fifth time today.
>"This is great! It's all praise, all about how progressive we are. Even when asked about owning you guys they paint me as some whiteknight! 'shows the world that ponies are people too…. Blah blah blah…. Treated better than most esports players… blah...blah… In this reporter's opinion, it seems that Anon Y. Mouse is protecting them from the cruel world with his ownership of the ponies. He is treating them like younger siblings …. blah... He isn't against pony emancipation, he has a free pony on staff, but for legal reasons he has to have his main earners under him."
”Sounds a lot like their defending slavery.” you speak out in a mocking voice.
"All slave owners are like Anon, slavery isn't really a bad thing, ponies will have better lifes under humans. Otherwise they'll all be like Morning Glory selling their bodies for money on the street."
>Anon puts the article down. "Oh, yeah, I see how you could think that."
"Is that all? Some simple understanding words? You'd make a great highschool counselor, but this is real life. We are enslaved, my entire race, these cruel games you play with us while the rest of  my species suffers infuriates me."
>Anon just sits there. He opens his mouth, and closes, then opens it again.
"What nothing to say to that?"
>"You bottle your emotions up a lot."
>You sigh, of course he wouldn't have the answer to your problem.
>Just another human exploiting ponies for a quick buck. So why don't you just kill him? Why not use your magic and lead a revolt?
>Ponies lost a war on our own lands. We wouldn't stand a chance on their lands because of the one thing humans have above us.
>Technology.
>It will also be their downfall, this box that you're metaphorically chained to for twelve hours a day will be the downfall of their entire race.
>It allowed you to learn everything about their world. There are 4018 nuclear weapons in just the United States. Imagine a unicorn teleporting in there, nudging the core with her magic then teleporting out.
>Or more interesting, cyber crime. You only have four hours a day to study the finer details of how the internet works, but imagine every government secret being opened to the public, all banks drained of their funds, and train schedules deleted, they would tear themselves apart in the chaos.
>"Plotting to destroy the world again?"
>You freeze up. Your blood runs cold.
"No, of course not "
>"Twilight, I have access to your computer, you don't think I put any tracking software on it?"
>You mistook this human for a greedy fool, his chaotic nature and a lack of morals, just a facade to betray you. He has evidence of your disobedience. Here comes the punishment.
>"Just make sure you do it after you're famous. Then you'll get treated like a school shooter instead of a terrorist." He sips his coffee and keeps reading the article.
>Not the advice you expected.
"You don't care that I can, at anytime, blow up an entire city?"
>"Not really, just don't do it to this city. I'd lose my security deposit."
>You took him for a fool, but now you see a devil.

Ch 5

>Be Floorbored, coming down late to game time.
>You walk past the frantic ponies bombarding Anon with questions while he ignores them to focus on his phone. Sitting down on your computer. You input your log in credentials and….
>'Your account has been suspended.'
"Anooon, it's not letting me log in."
> Anon pinches the bridge of his nose. "Welcome to the party Floor, no one can log in. They changed the Terms of service to exclude ponies."
>He goes pack to frantically tapping at his phone.
>Someone's angry. You minimize the game and pull up mangadex. Before the page can load he stops you.
>"No! No, none of that. You're going to be streaming today. Nothing game related, just do a muckbang or a Q&A, whatever will make money!"
>He points to Twilight and Starburst. "You smart girl stereotype, do a nerd stream. And you, go pander to the gays. Tastefully, but be coy."

>Be Starlight Glimmer.
>The most helpful, Anon has been on the phone all day. You're helping by writing down whatever numbers he needs remembered, googling companies, and even being phone interviewed by Buzzfeed.
>"I figured it out Starlight." His laugh is more like a shriek now. "It's China, notrius for treating their own citizens badly, they don't want ponies even having the chance to be considered people."
>He falls to his knees, with fists raised to the sky. He screams "Tencent!"
>Then he gets up and sits back down. "Tencent is owned by China, and Popular MOBA is owned mostly by Tencent."
"Why not just play a game not influenced by Tencent."
>"Pft… A game? That Tencent doesn't own? What are we going to play indie games that no one knows about?"

>The Buzzfeed article came out that night.
"Ponygate and the Red Scare, or how I learned to stop worrying and love China."
>Anon read the whole article out loud.
"China once again flexes influence into American media."
"Give love to these cute ponies at [twitch links]"
>"It's perfect Starlight, if we get the Twitter leftist to throw a shit fit in our favor then they'll have two options.  They'll remove the ban or they'll get flack on social media for months until this blows over."
>You nod along.

>Hours later.
>Starburst runs down the stairs crying. You move to comfort your childhood friend. Rubbing a hoof across his back.
>Anon gets on his knees so he can comfort Starburst on his level.
>"What's wrong?"
>Starburst shrugs off your reassuring touch and glomps Anon, rubbing his wet muzzle into Anon's shoulder.
>"My twitch channel.. it's taken down."
>Anon runs a hand through Starburst's mane, stroking his own chin with the other
"Those dirty gooks! They teamed up with the kikes! Of course Amazon wouldn't allow ponies on their platform! Their entire warehouse is staffed with abused slaves. I thought the Jews, the kings of do one thing say another would just let us slide."
>Anon says a lot of weird words. Floor and Twilight come down, their channels too have been removed.
>"That leaves us with YouTube! Those lefty soy boys at Google will never ban an oppressed group!"
>He pulls out his phone. Checking youtube analytics.
>His hand slackens
>The phone falls onto the carpeted floor.
>"Those spineless cunts. They gave us the same treatment they give the gays! iT,'s tOo CoNTriVerSIal BeTTeR JUst deMoNiTize aLL thEy'Re vIdEOs."
>He uses both hands to hug onto the crying Starburst. You don't want to be left out, you join in the hug, then Twilight, Then Floor.
>One large group hug.


>Be Floorbored. A few lazy weeks later. It's been a great revert back to neetdom, no job, no exercise, less baths. Anon doesn't have the energy to enforce his rules anymore.
>We're having cheap raman for dinner.
"Sweet Raman for dinner, haven't had this since I was back in equestria, poor as fuck."
>That elicits angry stares from the rest of the table. Why is that such a bad thing to say?
"Are we poor as fuck?"
>"Floor, Tencent won't let us play games, Amazon won't let us stream, Youtube won't give us any money, we are blacklisted from making money online." Twilight breaks it down for you.
>So we are poor as fuck.
>You finish the bowl of raman quickly. Your stomach still feel empty.
"Anooon I'm still hungry."
>He sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and slides his half eaten bowl over to you.
>Yay, more raman.
>"I'm going to lay down and think." He excuses himself from the table.

>Be Moondancer
>The power is out, you stare at the blank computer screen. It's just a black mirror now
>'Wow you look terrible, your eyebrows are huge.'
>There it is, the little voice of self ridicule. Coming out slowly, atleast you haven't thought about your slavery.
>'Nothing but a slave, piece of low quality meat.'
>Of course once you think about it, then it picks up on it.
>You go to find Anon, you need him to get the power back on.

"What are you doing?"  You can see your breath in the air, with no electricity the heater isn't working and the winter cold begins to sink through the walls.
>he's just laying on the floor, arms crossed, stock still. His eyes are open, they make contact with yours.
>"Conserverning calories." By not moving? Makes sense you suppose
"When will the power be back?"
>"Power is a luxury item, we need the money for food."
"But my games, and the cold."
>"You care more about games then starving or freezing to death?
>Surprisingly the answer is yes. Your entire stay with Anon has been avoiding reality. With the proper distraction you could ignore reality to death and be happy with that.
>"I should of hired a therapist for you when we had the money." He started to stand, his joints cracking, he stretches out his back.
>He snaps his fingers, Morning Glory comes running. "Have everyone gather their bedding in the kitchen."
>"The kitchen?"
>"Yeah, it'll be cold tonight, if we're all one room we'll stay warmer, and if it gets really cold we can turn the gas oven on."
>He sits back down. "So what's your problem? Head wise, I'm no guidance counselor, but I'll have to do."
>You doubt any counselor has started a session with 'What's your problem'
"I've got like, this voice in my head, it keeps telling me things."
>"Like your deepest fears and insecurities?"
"Yeah exactly, how'd you know?"
>"I've got something similar, I think everybody has it. Just ignore it."
"But what if I can't?"
>"Well what's it saying?"
"That I'm useless, ugly, just a slave, that I'll always be a slave."
>He laughs, not his trickster esque laugh, something like a drawn out sigh covered by laughter.
>"You've got an easy one. Just argue with it till it stops. Are you ugly?"
"Not exceedingly"
>"Useless?"
"I was useful to you."
>"Always going to be a slave?"
"I don't know."
>"See, so just tell it to fuck off."
>His words make you feel better, but something he said doesn't sit right.
"What does yours say?"
>Another laugh sigh. "That I'm a slave to my past, I spent my entire life in poverty taking care of others. When my mom died and brother became self sustaining, I lost all purpose in life and rushed to get someone else to be reliant on me. That I now have six ponies who need my help. With no way to help them I'm going to starve to death next to them."
>Yikes.
>He places his hand on your head and tousles your hair. "But I'm sure I'll think of something, I've been poorer."
>He lead you to the hastily constructed pillow fort in the kitchen.
>You all, under layers of blankets slept huddled together. You made sure to get a spot where you could latch onto Anon's side.
>Twilight, who was sleeping on his other side spoke up. "Anon, if we're this poor I could always… you know.. teleport some money here."
>"And when the cops trace the serial numbers?"
>"You get in trouble?"
>You feel his arm tense around you. "No! You get put down or your horn chopped off." All the unicorns in the pony pile wince at that one. "No stupid hair brained schemes, I'll think of something, and for fucks sake Starburst, stop sniffing my balls!" Everyone looked at the pony laying between Anon's legs. He sheepishly receeded with a blush.

>When you woke up Anon was gone.
>He left behind only a large box of food.


>Anon's brother is in the kitchen talking to Twilight.
>She's crying, you try to sneak past that drama and get to the fridge.
>"Floor! Anon. He's dead." Twilight chokes out between sobs.
>What…? You kinda just go blank. The other ponies are funneling in. Each hearing the bad news. They burst into tears.
>You're not crying. You feel like you should be. This is sad. Anon was a good guy. He did so much for you, well mostly for his own gain, but it helped you along the way.
"How'd he die?"
>"The official report, or what probably happened?"
"Both?"
>He sighs. "Officially, he was hit by a drunk driver, but knowing my brother, and knowing how much his life insurance was worth. He probably ran into a drunk driver on purpose. In this state if there is an accident and a drunk driver is involved. Then the drunk driver is at fault. It's a suicide that would allow his life insurance to be collected."
>You're the only pony not crying. You know you'll cry later, but now isn't the time.
>"Which brings me around to the good news for you." He unlatches his briefcase. "Here is your emancipation papers , and a bank card containing the rest of the life insurance. The house has already been bought. Both are in my name, I will have them transferred to you all tomorrow."
>He gives a mute sob, trying to disguise it as a yawn he continues.
>"If you ever need a lawyer, call me."
>He hands you, the only pony not sobbing a letter.

"Dear ponies. If you're reading this I'm dead. Yeah I know, lol cringe. So I did the math, and slavery of the negro only lasted 100 years in America. There are six of you, at three meals a day, if you only eat Raman noodles it'll only cost 600 thousand to feed you guys for 100 years. So you can wait out slavery in the comfort of this house. Ain't life insurance amazing?"