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- >You walked into your house after another exhausting day at work, ready to kick your feet up and stroke your slave horse.
- >Taking your usual spot on the chair, your slave's approach was inevitable.
- >*clinkclink!*
- >There she was.
- >Her hooffalls grew louder as she got closer, but your eyes were closed.
- >Sometimes they just needed a rest after all of your work.
- >When the hooves stopped, you took your hand and gave your lap a couple pats per usual.
- >You felt a pony-sized weight on your lap in an instant.
- >Not too soon after, your hands were right back where they belonged.
- >On Blocky's soft, little pony belly.
- >It never did get better than this.
- >A yawn escaped your mouth as your hands did their work, and Blocky mimicked the action shortly after, both of you real cozy.
- >You never really did show enough gratitude to your colleagues for introducing you to this "pony slave" business.
- >It was hard to imagine living without Blocky before then.
- >"Hey, Anon."
- >Bill had just gotten done talking to Justin about some car-related thing you didn't care for, you having sipped away at your water as they spoke.
- >"You know they're gonna be having a slave market in town this Saturday?"
- >You furrowed your brow. Water-cooler conversations never got this weird.
- "A slave market? You mean like that whole deal with the ponies?"
- >"Yeah!"
- >"I'm gonna be going to that for sure," Justin butted in. "Mildew's struggling to keep up with housework, so I have to get her a partner."
- "Eh...I don't think I'm interested."
- >You took another swig of your water, Bill's face dropping a bit at your answer.
- >"Whaaaat? Come on, Anon. I bet you've got stuff around the house you hate doing."
- "Cleaning sucks, sure, but I think I've managed well on my own so far."
- >Justin scoffed. "Is that why you complain about barely getting enough sleep all the time?"
- >Well, he had you there.
- "I mean, fair point, but I still don't know about this."
- >Truth be told, you weren't really sure about the idea of owning a slave to begin with.
- >Treating another living, sentient being as property was edging a little too cruel for your tastes.
- >"Come on, Anon," Bill pushed, taking a quick swig of his water, "even if you don't get a slave, it'll be a neat experience, y'know?"
- >Bill was just trying to find an excuse to drag you into some misadventure like always, but this was actually one of the tamest things he'd suggested in a while.
- "I guess I don't have a reason to say no."
- >"Now that's more like it!"
- >And just like that, now you were at a slave market.
- >There weren't just ponies here for sale, either. Griffons, yaks, Hell, even a couple dragons.
- >How humans had gone from abhorring slavery for decades to suddenly being alright with it for Equestrian creatures you'd never know.
- >Bill had gone off to check out some accessories. Whips, collars, leashes.
- >You wondered if he was here for reasons other than getting a slave.
- >Justin had already bought a new pony, so he was checking things out with Bill.
- >Meaning now you were alone with a seller and a room full of ponies.
- "...so how do I know they'll listen to me?"
- >"Well sir, if you find your pony is disobedient, you can always bring her back here for a little 'training', if you know what I mean."
- >His grin was both befitting of a buyer-friendly businessman and possible pony abuser.
- "Right..."
- >You'd been in here for a few minutes checking out each pony you looked at, but you didn't really know just HOW to pick a pony.
- >What exactly were you looking for, anyways?
- >Each cage listed "personality traits" of the pony in question, so if you were serious about getting a slave, you'd probably want one that wasn't too feisty.
- >Your eyes scanned each of those little signs, but nothing really piqued your interest.
- >Not until you hit one named, "Blocky Bits".
- >You read the little blurb posted outside her cage.
- >"A uniquely colored mare, Blocky is an optimistic pony who has never had any problems obeying orders. A great must-have for first time slave-owners!"
- >You pondered on this pony, her fearful eyes looking up at you.
- >No other ponies in here really caught your attention that well.
- "How much for this one?"
- >The seller looked at the little mare.
- >"She's got a real unique look to her, huh? Never seen a coat and mane pattern quite like hers! I wanna say she'll run for..."
- >"$250."
- >Yeesh.
- "That a low price for this kind of thing?"
- >"Are you a first time buyer, sir?"
- "Yeah, I'm new to this whole slave deal."
- >He nodded with a smile.
- >"I'll make you a deal, then. For a first time buyer, I'll bring the price down to $150. I wouldn't want you to invest so much just to dip your toes into the business, after all!"
- >Or maybe the guy was just desperate for your money.
- >Didn't really matter, because $100 off was enough for you.
- "Sure, I'll take her."
- >"Wonderful, sir! I guarantee you won't regret your purchase!"
- >After the exchange of funds, the cage was opened, and Blocky was kept on a leash so she wouldn't get away.
- >Not that she really seemed to try.
- >When you found Bill and Justin again, they smiled at you.
- >"I knew you wouldn't avoid buying one, Anon!" Bill exclaimed.
- >"Welcome to the club," Justin added.
- >Blocky didn't say anything. Maybe she was still trying to digest the situation.
- >Regardless, once you left the market, the three of you split off and all went back home.
- >Once you reached your house, you let Blocky off of her leash.
- "So..."
- >She looked up at you almost expectantly.
- >How did you break a slave pony into a new house, anyways?
- "This...is your new home, I guess. You'll be living here rent-free, and as long as you do what you're told, you'll get fed fine."
- >If you were going to own a slave, you had to start getting into the mindset of an owner.
- >That wasn't a bad take on it.
- >"Oh, okay."
- >Maybe her optimism would show once she got used to this situation. Right now she seemed pretty closed-off.
- >A meal might help in that regard. She isn't accustomed to everything right now, so you'd have to take on your regular chores while you instructed her.
- >You had her watch you as you cooked dinner, making sure she remembered where the cooking utensils and such were.
- "Tomorrow morning I'm going to ask that you make me breakfast."
- >"Sure, I can do that."
- >She was a lot more lax about being a slave than you'd expect a pony to be.
- >The rest of your day was spent showing her around the house, telling her what duties she'd have to carry out.
- >It may take her a bit of time to get used to it, but she'll be an efficient little helper soon enough.
- >You had her sleep on the couch that night, and as you gave her a pillow and blanket, you thought more about getting into this whole owner mindset.
- >She'd get one more command before she went to sleep.
- "One more thing. You are required to call me Master, Blocky."
- >"Okay, Master."
- >That was easy.
- >"Master."
- "Huh?"
- >"Master."
- "I heard you. What is it?"
- >"Masterrrrrr."
- "What, Blocky?"
- >"Master!"
- >Your eyes fluttered open.
- >Blocky was looking up at you from your lap, a concerned expression resting on her face.
- >"I-I'm sorry, but we both fell asleep! I wanted to make sure you at least got to bed so you had your alarm clock to wake you up tomorrow!"
- >So you were dreaming of your first day with Blocky that whole time?
- >Oddly specific, but you've had weirder dreams.
- >You had Blocky hop off of your lap as you shuffled to your bedroom, the slave pony right behind you.
- >You'd just make sure to have a bigger breakfast tomorrow morning to make up for the skipped dinner tonight.
- >You were way too tired to cook up anything, and it was too late for some kind of takeout.
- >Blocky didn't seem to mind anyways.
- >Once you reached your bed, you fell right in, patted for Blocky to join you, and went out right after.
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