Massage Parlor

>relaxing at home. watching MLP: FiM.
>live above Asian Massage Parlor
>hear screaming in alley next to building. something hits the ground. hear skuttling.
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>poke head out window. expect to see Asian hooker. see something small, size of a large cat.
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>pull on boots and stomp downstairs. peek around corner into alley.
>Two Chinese people yammering back and forth, and screaming at something hiding in the corner.
>”Yo! I’m fucking trying to relax up there!”
>Stupid ass Chinese hooker jabbers at me in broken English. No idea what she’s saying.
>Chinese guy barely speaks better. “Pony escape. Not come back.”
>side door opens wider, casting more light on the alley. see pink earth pony with pink mane, shivering, crying.
>”What in the hell are you doing with a fluffy pony in there?”
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>see lube smeared on ponie’s private parts.
>see some middle-aged white guy angrily pulling on his pants inside the massage parlor.
>hope he didn’t get money back. mental note to kick guy’s ass if see him again.
>”You were trying to whore out a PONY!?”
>Chinese guy gets belligerent. “You no business! You butt out!”
>Chinese whore chatters behind him. Still no idea what she’s saying.
>”Hey. Dragon lady. Shut your fucking mouth. And you, Charlie Chan, take your whore back the fuck in that building and stay there.”
>”Not your business.” he mutters, dragging the whore back into the building. door slams shut.
>alley is covered in darkness again. light from your office upstairs shines in pink pony’s teary eyes.
>sit down in alley. wait. trick you learned from working in dog kennel.
>few minutes pass. you hear tiny feet padding slowly toward you. you don’t move.
>pink pony sniffs your shirt. probably smelling pizza on you from earlier dinner.
>fluffy pony slowly climbs onto your lap.
>”fwuffy huwt. fwuffy bottom huwt. fwuffy miss otha fwuffies.”
>slowly slide your hand across your lap, up the pony’s stubby front leg and you lightly stroke its thick fur.
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>slowly move your other hand towards her cheek. pony’s eyes widen slightly, still wet with tears.
>”Shh baby. No more hurt.”
>you carefully stroke her soft cheek, making sure not to startle her.
>”fwuffy no huwt? fwuffy no sad?”
>”Shh. Pinkie want Spagehttios?”
>”New daddy got spasgetti? Food!? me name pinkie!”
>don’t have the heart to break it to her you can’t be her new daddy. nevermind that now.
>carefully pick up Pinkie. she has relaxed slightly.
>bring pony to kitchen. place her in sink. give once-over.
>some fluff missing from around her neck, probably had her wearing a tight collar
>fur is fairly clean, probably washed her recently. fur from rearend has been shaved off.
>vulva is bruised. not too bad, though.
>run some cold water on her butt.
>”owie! no wawa! is cowd! chilly bottom!”
>”Shh… make you feel better.”
>her tiny legs start trying to skitter but you continue to hold her bottom under the cold water.
>fluffy pony sniffles and pleads. you finally turn the water off. it should numb the area.
>”Bottom feel better?”
>Pinkie blinks and tilts its head like a confused dog.
>”bottom feel bettah! daddy hewp! pinkie wuv daddy!”
>you smile and hear the skittering of tiny feet.
>Stormy and Sasha were sleeping in the front room. they heard pinkie and came hauling ass to see their new friend
>the pair run down the hallway and slide into the kitchen
>”Stawmy and Sasha wanna pway new fwend!”
>pinkie finally seems happy
>”pinkie pway wiff new fwends?”
>You take pinkie’s head in your hands and look into her eyes.
>”Pinkie you can play but you be careful. Okay?”
>”pinkie pway caweful!”
>”Stormy, Sasha, you be gentle with Pinkie.”
>”yes daddy we pway gentle!”
>you put Pinkie on the floor. the three of them happily bound down the hallway to your front room
>relax in office to MLP: FiM
>hear squeaks from pony toys and giggles.
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>doze off. too much caffiene.
>something touching your hand. wake up and look down. its Pinkie.
>”pinkie wuv daddy. pinkie sweep wit daddy.”
>you carefully lift her onto your lap. she falls asleep as you stroke her soft fur. you doze off again
>wake up. 2am. Stormy and sasha sleeping at your feet, shivering. Dammit, left window open.
>pick up three fluffy ponies and carry them to the front room. put them in bed and cover in blankets.
>go to bed
>next morning call INS and the cops on the Asian Massage Parlor. Blowjobs are fine but pony abuse won’t do.
>policeman examines pinkie. Chinese folk downstairs arrested on prostitution charges, attempted bestiality and human trafficking
>happy they’re gone. their cooking smelled horrible.
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>three ponies.
>still asleep, cuddled together in their bed
>daw.
>three of them.
>still, they’re not that big. they don’t eat that much.
>think about it over a bowl of cereal.
>footsteps pad into kitchen. It’s Sasha.
>”daddy gonna send pinkie way?”
>she remembers the last time. she still misses the baby.
>”I don’t know, honey. Three of you is a lot for me to handle.”
>”sasha n stawmy be good! pinkie be good too!”
>”You’re all good.”
>Sasha hops alongside your chair. You lift her onto your lap and let her drink the milk from your cereal. kiss her forehead.
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>later take the girls to your car to go to work. pinkie sees the alley and tries to run away.
>”no! pinkie no like dark pwace! bad people dere! make pinkie’s bottom hurt!”
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>she’s adorable but she may never get over living so close to where she was abused.
>drop pinkie off at adoption center. Stormy and Sasha say goodbye.
>pinkie starts sobbing but then sees a yard full of ponies to play with. she squeals in delight and bounds away.
>Stormy and Sasha are sad, but are used to other ponies coming and going.
>”daddy mad pinkie?”
>”No, Pinkie is good girl. Pinkie will be happier here.”
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>but they’ll get over it.
>ponies reproduce so quickly. it’s inevitable. you’ll end up rescuing more of them sooner or later.
>you have a good day at work