Title:           Project Celly.
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/WcPbMug8
First Edit:      Tuesday 2nd of February 2016 10:32:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 2nd of February 2016 10:32:24 PM CDT

>be Anon
>A month ago, a science project featuring a strange portal to another dimension was made
>Yep, US government wanted to act
>That means enslaving the whole dimension, No exceptions
>They got sold everywhere, the species runned in fear as US military took them and slaving them
>Those were ponies
>You were aware of this situation, and you didn't like it
>But you couldn't do anything to stop it
>That means, if you can't fight the cause, then join it
>You were a loner, after all...
>You grabbed your life savings, your brain, and went to the first auction to come to the city
>That was easy, a few blocks, luckily.
>But they were secret. The most exposed place had some cars parked to a hangar. The number 4.
>You saw a tall and strong black dude, just to see how you got kicked out.
>"He-ey! First i need to do some checking. Just in case you're a terrorist or something."
>Terrorist? I guess I am not the only one who doesn't want them to be enslaved.
>After all he wanted to do it.
>While he did, anger started to rise from you.
>But holding it in saved some problems from your list of problems.
>You got in, and there were some people, They were around 50 to 70.
>They all were talking about random shit. Maybe you overheard about princesses of something, but you didn't want to pry in it.
>Auction begun, first round. 4 ponies were walking through the stage, one was purple, more lavender-like, the other was dark blue, the third was white, and the last one was pink. They never share any views than to themselves, but what you could see in their eyes was a mixture of sadness, fear and anger.
>3 of them didn't actually call your attention.
>Except one.
>The big white one.
>Damn she's beautiful.
>That one called your attention so much that you felt the others would be utter shit.
>They all finished walking through the stage, and the salesman appeared and started to shout from nowhere.
>"HELLO MY BUYERS, TODAY I AM GLAD TO SHOW YOU THE BEST ONES FIRST, AS A GIFT FROM THE HOUSE. FIRST WE HAVE THIS LITTLE ONE STARTING AT 100 GRAND"
>Damn he raped your ears
>The lavender one was sold to a dude you swore he looks like he has a fetish for bondage, Sadistic face and accent just made it easier to see.
>Lord knows what he will do with her.
>They moved to the pink one, which was sold to an actually decent man, so you feel like humanity is not 100 percent evil...
>Blue one, you could almost punch his new owner's face, he had a weirdo face like he came from /b/ and gonna fuck her in any way possible. That makes you lose the littlest bit of faith for humanity you thought you had.
>And the last one was the white, you hold your hype like you neve-
>"WE HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT NOW, FELLAS, BEFORE STARTING WITH THIS ONE, I HAVE THE URGE TO SAY THAT THIS ONE FEELS WAAAAAY SUPERIOR THAN THE POSITION SHE IS, EXPECTING PROBLEMS, A LOOOOOOT OF PROBLEMS. SO WE START THIS AT 98 GRAND, ANYBODY?"
>What? I guess that one insulted the auctioneer.
>Not a fucking soul wanted to get commanded around by someone they bought. That reliefs you so you can place your bets.
>"ANYONE?"
>"HEY, MEEEEEEEE!"
>You shout as you wave 100 grands way high.
>Not
>A
>Fucking
>Soul
>Dared
>To
>Go
>For
>It.
>They give you the leash, a shock collar button just in case, Magic supressant pills, Wing numbing pills, a small box, and the white mare you waited a fucking hour for.
>Her mane was starting to lose its vivid colors.
>Aware of that, you leave her on the van, well, because she didn't actually fit in elsewhere.
>You turn on the van, and start driving way home.
>She haven't said a word, so you try to call her attention by knocking the glass that showed the trunk content.
>She didn't gave a response, and her mane lost every spark of life it used to have.
>It's just too fucking sad.
>But you are driving.
>You may crash.
>So you keep your eyes on the road.
>And be silent for the rest of the ride back home.
 
>You reached home! Yay!
>So how do I get to move a pony with wings and horn that is bigger than me without someone noticing it?
>Fuck about being noticed.
>So you open the van and yank gently at the chain.
>"Come on." "Let's go."
>You say those words gently until she gives up and starts to walk home. Luckily she fits in the front door.
>she gets in, you get in, lock the house, and turn around to tal-
>You stare with a deep gaze of 'tha fak u doin m8' as she is laying her head on the floor, with her plot up high and her tail out of the way so you can clearly see her sl-
>Wait! BRAIN PLS
>You are NOT gonna fuck her! You didn't buy her because of that!
>But well, no one can say no to a white-knight.
>You get amazed as she says her first words, which sound gibberish but you can understand it.
"A-Aren't... you... I-I saw t-the faces... the faces you had... Y-You brought us h-here to g-get ourselves... get ourselves..."
>you wait as she tries to say that word you know, but she is taking too much time and struggle so you ask her.
>"Fucked?"
>"Y-Y-Yes... S-So why a-aren't you.. you s-st-tarting..."
>She pretty much sounds like your mother.
>You never expected that.
>You think of past experiences she might had.
>You noticed a couple of bruises, some red marks...
>Conclusion: the fucker who was before you, made her somewhat a little cum-dump bitch. And had glorious success.
>Faith in humanity: -5632%
>This is NOT right. NOT AT ALL!
>You get angry about it.
>Damn how did she look like normal, but when you have her, you see a totally broken mare who can't actually say words without struggling?
>You think you're missing something.
>"No, i will NOT fuck you."
>"T-Then h-how am I g-gonna eat..."
>wait... 'How am i gonna eat'?
>She says that and struggles with the last word. How can you mind break someon- somepony so big?
>"M-M-M-Masssssssst-t-t-terrrrr..."
>That last word almost broke you down.
>Wait... Is she... Crying? Shit, what did she got into?
>Past owner's sick fuckery: OVER 9000%
>That drives you mad.
>But you try to control it.
>Wait. She still has her slit in full exposure...
>NO BRAIN, DONT BE THE SICK FUCK HERE.
>"Please... Would you lower down your... tail?"
>You got a shiver you feel from your feet to your head in ashame.
>"Y-Y-Yes... M-Mas..."
>She couldn't complete that word, but at least she lowered her tail.
>But she stands still in that position, still afraid, forcing her eyes closed and biting her lip like she was expecting to be hit or something.
>"No, i'm not gonna-"
>You get interrupted by her. Her state of mind has gone too far by now.
>"P-P-PLEASE, I'M SORRY, PLEASE, FOEGIVE ME, I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT, I WILL BE MASTER'S LITTLE PONY, I WILL LET YOU FUCK ME, AND HIT ME, JUST DONT RETURN ME BACK, PLEEEEEASE!"
>You don't get it: She didn't mean to do WHAT?
>Her crying is more insane.
>Seems that she has a worse past than that typical dude from the action movies that is always played by Arnold Schwarzenegger.
>That lowers your faith in huanity to less than "negative infinity"
>"Not that either"
>"S-So... M-mast-ter... So what a-are you g-going t-to do w-with m-me?"
>you want her out of this utter shitty painful state of mind she is.
>"I want you to be a good gir-"
>Shit. Wrong words come with wrong results.
>"W-Where d-do y-"
>You know where that ends.
>You interrupt her, sick of her 'evil master' hope she has on you.
>"Not what you thinking, This is a new level, waaaaaaaay under what you think. Alright! Stand up please, let's gonna introduce ourselves. LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE!"
>She stands up and tries to balance herself on only her two back hooves. You don't get it. Again.
>"L-Like t-this, M-Masssst-ter?"
>Damn she has balance, but she chose the worst way to do so.
>"No, your forehooves in the ground too."
>You need her to be normal, even if that takes a little discipline.
>She now stands in a more decent way, which means all four hooves on the ground. Then a sigh of relief goes out.
>"Follow me, please"
>You yank gently her leash, hoping it not hurts. But well, those collars are made to bring pain. but you have to motion her to be normal until it comes out naturally.
>Not the best idea, but it's all you got.
>You two head to the couch, Hope she remembers her name.
>"Alright, so... What's your name?"
>"C-C-Cel-l-lessssssst-t-tia... O-of... the... t-the d-dawnnnnnn..."
>She remembers her name, which means that her past owner at least he called her by her name, instead of those weird names like 'Master's little cum dump' or so.
>"Ooooooh! What a lovely name you got! Mine's Anon. It's really nice to meet you."
>You stretch your hand to see if she still has manners.
>She keeps looking at your hand. You look she tries to turn around, lifting her tail in the process
>Not again, please.
>"Your forehoof, not your slit. You forgot your manners, miss Celestia"
>Her ears race up as fast as light can go and turns hef head fastly.
>That theory you had was even right?
>Anyway. You never expected that.
>She looks surprised, but the remaints of fear are still there.
>Like she wasn't called by her name in a loooooooooong...
>Maybe the naming thing was part of the mind break process she had.
>She finishes her turn so she can face you, still looking deeply at your eyes, darting from them to your hand still hanging there.
>"My hands ard getting tired, Celestia, be a good mare and stretch my hand with your hoof That's what normal people and i guess ponies, do."
>She gave up. There's no way you could do sexual stuff with only a forehoof-hand strech.
>She had bruises on her hoof, like she was punched before.
>But how?
>I don't know and I don't care. -Bender.
>Your wander of thought ends when you feel her hoof.
>her hoof feels like a soft plushie toy. Like it was begging for you to hug it.
>"And i think it's missing something... Oh right. When you stretch your hoof, you say back 'It's nice to meet you too, (person's name)'. Or am i wrong?"
>She hesitates for a moment. But then she begins.
>"I-It's n-n-nice to m-meet you t-too, M-Mast-ter."
>You find it weird for her calling you Master.
>But you like it.
>Fuck you brain and your desires.
>How to be a white-knight with your pet calling you Master?
>Fuck it, it's already too late to change it up.
>Your wander of thought abruptly ends so you can talk to her.
>"See? It wasn't that hard, isn't it?"
>"N-No"
>Your stomach growls, maybe it's time to eat something...
>Here's your first white-knight strike.
>"Well, I'm starving, What do you want to eat?"
>Her face... Shit, it's one of those again.
>"B-But I h-haven't earned it y-yet"
>Wait. Earn?
>So she used to please her previous owner in order for her to live and not starve to death? Shit you want to punch this dude in the face.
>Damn, you need to do something about it, You don't want her to please you THAT way. You wanted some fucking company, now get your hands dirty, Anon.
>"Nope, You don't need to earn it for you to have it. But the bad thing is that cooking takes time. Want to come with me?"
>You notice she is a bit skinny, skinnier than average.
>She hasn't got something in her mouth for so loooooooong...
>At least nothing else than a dick and it's cum.
>Or did she 'behave badly'?
>Maybe...
>You need to take her to the bathroom and make her take a shower. She's too filthy, and smells like pure cum.
"I will make the food later, you're filthy. that means you need a shower. Follow me, please"
>You yank the leash gently as you motion her to come with you.
>She can barely fit in the door, If that's so, then the tub...
>You shook your head, trying to take that thought away, and succeed.
>Get ready, this isn't a moment for you and your sick desires. This is for some decency.
 
>Later on the bathroom...
>Celestia has some struggle with the shower knobs, and you find that adorab-
>BRAIN PLS.
>You should help her. Adorable or not, she needs that shower, and she needs it now.
>"Need some help?"
>She doesn't look at you.
>You want her to look at you when you talk, but how to do so without being too evil or too pussy?
>"Celestia... You should be looking at me when I talk to you."
>Dang it, she still struggles at the knobs, without paying attention to you.
>Well... Brain, do your best.
>"CELESTIAAAAAAA!!!!"
>You roared like you never did.
>But it worked.
>She finally looks at you, her eyes become so small you can barely see them.
>Oh shit.
>She broke down to tears.
>That's what happens when you let Brain do something.
>She stands back, with a hoof protecting her head.
>She still thinks you will hit her.
>Wait.
>You look at yourself in the mirror
>You look like you were too angry.
>You actually were, you get that if you feel no one gives a shit about what you say.
>You realize your weird face.
>Shit. What have you done?
>She is still broken down in tears.
>You change your face, and approach to her.
>Remember she is fragile as a fucking glass.
>You hug her, and stroke her mane.
>"Don't worry, my sweet dear... I sometimes let my inner inside to the surface, and i can't control it sometimes. Sorry if I shouted at you."
>Slowly she stops crying.
>Finally. You ask her again.
>"So, do you need help?"
>"Y-Y-Yes... M-Mast-ter..."
>You reach out the shower knobs and balance the temperature of the water.
>Those sellers gave you Celestia with a shock collar.
>And by its quality, its easy to say that there is no waterproof on it.
>That means...
>OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT.
>You turn off the water quickly in euphoria.
>"Celestia? You okay? I thought this useless collar isn't waterproof and I think you should take it off."
>She puts both hooves in struggling for the collar to wear off of her.
>She didn't succeed, though.
>So you reach that creepy box the sellers gave you with her.
>So there should be something.
>Nothing, though.
There were some stoof in it that called your attention a bit.
>A necklace with a purple gem on the middle of it, A small tiara and four hoof decorations.
>Dude, that is some GOLD MAN.
>You get your electricist bag of electricist stuff and shut off the collar's power
>Turns out that you can't do that.
>But there was a little panel over there and a very hidden Shutdown button.
>Damn Anon, you are just too plain st00pid!
>Fool enough so that Celestia sees your dumb face when you realize it.
>And she raises an eyebrow
>Damn she's pretty.
>You reach your hand to the shutdown button.
>A blow of steam comes out as the collar opens itself.
>"Finally..."
>A sigh escapes you from your mouth.
>You throw the collar to the ground.
>"So... I think i need to balance the temperature again..."
>She waves a hoof at the knobs.
>You do your 'magic' with them as Celestia looks at it curiously.
>Someday you will understand her.
>And the water's temperature gets at the desired level. Finally.
>"W-Where i-is the b-brush?"
She looks around every detail on the bathroom to find absolutely nothing what she was looking for
>You forgot to buy a brush since last week.
>Oh god why...
>Brain, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
>You have to wash her...
>*Brain laughs maniacally*
>Try to control yourself, Anon...
>"Sorry Celestia, but there is no actual brush..."
>"And the only thing I have which is similar are my hands."
>She begins to shiver.
>That means...
>EVERYBODY TAKE SHELTER, BOMBS INCOMING!
>False alarm.
>Maybe you're just paranoid.
>And she stops shivering.
>"Well. just let me help you then"
>"O-Okay... M-Masterrrrrrr..."
>You reach your hands on her head.
>She closes her eyes so the water doesn't get into those beautiful eyes.
>You try to wash off the bit of cum she had in her lips.
>Damn that's gross...
>And now to the neck.
>You have the guess that she likes her neck being tickled, like dogs usually do.
>You reach your right hand to that part where the neck connects to the head, and start to tickle its right side of it.
>She grins, like she's holding it.
>Gotcha! Found something she actually likes.
>Tickles on her neck.
>You try to stick that thought on your mind as you desperately cry in laughter internally from Celestia's reaction.
>Ok, enough fun.
>Let's get down to the barrel.
>There are some bruises, so you should be careful with those.
>You carefully try to wash the non-bruised parts of her.
>You sigh as you advice her that you will wash her bruised parts of her barrel.
>"Ok Celestia, hold yourself because it's going to probably hurt!"
>She bites her lip and forces her eyes close.
>Like when she-
>You shook your head to take that memory away.
>"Ok, I'm com-"
>You realize that it has a sexual way to say it. Just in case.
>"Hold on tight!"
>You think she didn't noticed you.
>Good.
>You lean your hand to wash the bruises as gently as possible.
>She shivers a bit when you do, but at least it's washing off...
>You take a slight break before moving to the other bruise.
>"Get ready!"
>And you wash off the filth of the other bruise.
>You do it with every bruise she has.
>It maybe took you half an hour.
>But at least she shines.
>Now to the legs.
>You try to find another good spot like her neck.
>No success.
>You wash those filthy hooves
>Lord knows where she stepped on...
>Hooves: Check.
>Mane: Pending.
>Her mane is so... grayscaled... like it had life before...
>You sick humans...
>And it has white dots, and those aren't any form of glitter.
>That's cum.
>Past Owner's Sick Fuckery Incorporated.
>you try to wash that off. Takes a bit.
>But it eventually leaves her mane.
>Good and done.
>Now to her...
>NO! NONONONONONONONO NO, NO!
>"Well, the last part is your... y'know... so I'll leave you to that."
>Yep, a sick fuck would wash it, but you are actually trying to be a white-knight and save the world.
>"O-Okay, M-Masssssster..."
>You leave the bathroom to her and stand on the hallway.
>After a couple of minutes, she shouts.
>"MASTEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!!!"
>She didn't struggle on that one.
>Better look on to see what happens.
>You slam the door open in shock as you see Celestia hasn't gotten into no kind of possible problem.
>A bit angry, you ask.
>"What is it?"
>She starts to speak in a soft, shy voice.
>"M-Master, I was going to tell you that I-I finished washing m-my..."
>Damn she sometimes is a fucking cunt.
>"Well then I guess it's done. Need a towel?"
>"Y-Yes... M-Masterrrr..."
>She returned to that broken, strugglingful voice of hers.
>Just when you thought you had made progress...
>You hand her the biggest towel you have and leave her to... do... necesities...
>"Ok, so I'll let you use the toilet so you can... Y'know... necesities..."
>"T-Thanks... M-Masssst-ter... F-For... w-wassshhhing m-me up..."
>"You're welcome."
>A grin escapes your mouth as you say that.
>You leave the bathroom now to make some food.
>Ponies are herbivorous, right?
>I guess so.