>Day Crime Never Pays in Equestria.
>Be Bon Bon.
>Anon has you in his grasp.
>You try to buck him off but to no avail.
>He’s just too strong.
>He chuckles sadistically.
>”Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
>”You just thought you could waltz in here like you owned the place?”
>You try to spit at him, but it doesn’t even get close.
>”You should stop resisting. You’re just going to hurt yourself.”
>He forces your face to the ground.
”Let me go you monkey!”
>”That’s not a nice thing to say.”
>His hands explore your body.
>Your tears start to flow freely.
>”Who am I kidding? You won’t listen to me anyway.”
“Please stop.”
>”Why? You are the one who came into my house uninvited.”
>”I have the right to do anything to protect myself and my household.”
>He places a hand on your mask.
>You move your hooves to stop him, but he easily bats them away.
>He starts removing your mask, but then he stops.
>What is he doing?
>”I have to admit. I am curious, but not knowing will make this even more interesting.
>He leans in close.
>”You could have prevented this.”
>You look at him.
>He uses one hand to unzip his pants.
“Don’t do it, Anon! I’m sorry.”
>He shakes his head.
>”This is for your own good.”
>
>Two days earlier.
>”One of these days you’re going to get caught.” Lyra says harshly.
“Me? Never.”
>Lyra shakes her head.
“I’m too fast and cunning.”
>”Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Yeah? Well, what do you contribute?”
>Lyra feigns indifference. She’s heard this speech before.
“What do you do all day?”
>You knock the paper out of her magical hands.
“Nothing. That’s what. I’m out there every day trying to make a living.”
>You bear your teeth at her.
“You sit here and practice forming magical hands.”
>You feel your anger boiling over.
“What’s wrong with your Celestia damned hooves?
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>Lyra clenches her magical hands.
>She keeps them at her side.
>Why is she so obsessed with having hands?
“Do you know what it’s like to haul garbage?”
>”I –“
“That’s right. You don’t know because you’re just a mooch.”
>”I’m going to make something of myself one day.”
“With what? Your fantasies about being a super hero?”
>You point at her poorly made costume.
>It has been lazily thrown on the couch.
>She probably wore it earlier today.
“Hello. Equestria to Lyra.” You say as your grab the costume.
“We live in the real world. There are no super heros!”
>You throw the costume at her.
>”Hey! I don’t have to take this.” Lyra sneers as she gets up.
>She walks toward the door on her hind legs.
>What a freak.
”Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”
>Lyra slams it for good measure.
“And come up with a better name too!”
>What kind of hero would call herself “The Handler?”
>You don’t know why you put up with her.
>You take a deep breath to calm yourself.
>You look at your meager earnings – a small pile of gems from the jewelry dealer.
>It will take a while to fence these off.
>What you need is a big score.
>One big enough so you can take a vacation.
>Or better yet, big enough to move away from this dump town.
>Anon is one of the richest ponies in P0nyville.
>He probably has a vault with a mountain of bits.
>Now, you need an in.
>
>The next day.
>You are in the sitting room of Anon’s mansion.
>Octavia has brought you a drink.
>She is Anon’s maid.
>Apparently she screens vendors for him as well.
>”So how exactly does this service differ from your normal garbage disposal?”
“I’m glad you asked.”
>You bring out a diagram of your services.
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“This is what you currently have.”
>You point at the picture of yourself hauling away garbage.
“With the basic service I just haul away trash from your dumpster.”
“With the gold plan I will enter the house and clear up to five trash bins.”
>”But that’s my job. I clean for Anon and take the trash to the dumpster outside.”
“Just think about how much free time you will have with the gold plan.”
>You put a hoof on her and wave toward the ceiling with the other.
”I’m sure Anon has other things you could be doing.”
>Octavia blushes and pulls away slightly.
>”I don’t know. It looks a bit expensive.”
“Right now I’m offering a one month trial period without any additional charge.”
>You show her your patented smile.
>”And if he doesn’t like the service, you can cancel and return to the basic service.”
>Octavia thinks it over for a moment.
>”Alright. You’ve got a deal.”
>You two shake hooves.
>”Let me show you around.”
>You follow Octavia as she shows you the mansion.
>You’ve never been in such a large house.
>It must take forever to clean.
>Anon had a billiard room, a private library, several spare bedrooms.
>”And this is my… boudoir.” Octavia says as she blushes slightly.
>Sweet Celestia even Anon’s maid’s room is fancy.
>He must be soooo loaded.
“I don’t want to be nosey, but aren’t you a musician? Why are you working as a maid for Anon?”
>Octavia frowns slightly. It must be an embarrassing story.
>”I play music in my spare time, but it doesn’t pay the bills.”
>You nod knowingly.
>”But I am not Anon’s maid.”
>Then why is she wearing that ridiculous outfit?
>Octavia looks at you with obvious embarrassment.
 >”Can I tell you something in confidence?”
>Oh this is going to be juicy.
“Of course.”
>Tavi scuffs the ground. You can tell she is looking for the right words.
>”I’m part of his herd.”
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>That’s disgusting! With a – what is Anon anyway? A monkey?
>It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just plain sick!
>Tavi turns away.
>”Forget I said anything. You wouldn’t understand.”
“You can’t leave me hanging like that. Tell me more.”
>”Well… I was playing a private concert for him, and then we started drinking.”
>”One thing led to another, and we…” Tavi pauses, ”Well you know.”
>That is so sick.
>”He was my first, so I decided to stay with him.”
>Tavi smiles at you now. She looks like a weight has been lifted from her.
>”He didn’t understand at first, but I explained how I felt and he let me stay.”
>Octavia must be a very traditional mare.
>You’ve been with a few stallions, but you have never felt the need to form a herd with them.
>Although, you wonder what it would be like to be the passive one.
>You’ve had to scratch and fight for everything you ever had.
>Here, Octavia is content being subservient to Anon.
>Will you ever find something like that?
>”He’s a good man. He taught me a lot about myself.”
“Does he make you wear that?” you say as you point at her maid uniform.
>”No. It’s more for me than him. I want to keep his house neat and clean for all the kindness he has shown me.”
>You want to shake your head in disgust, but you have to stay on her good side.
“When can I start?”
>Octavia shrugs.
>”Tomorrow should be fi-“ Octavia stops herself.
>”Actually we will both be out tomorrow.”
“That’s fine. I can start another day.”
>”Well…” Tavi puts a hoof to her chin. “I’ll leave the side door open for you.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
>This is going to be too easy.
>”You can show yourself out right?”
”Sure. Where is your restroom?”
>”Two doors to the left.”
>You thank Octavia and she begins practicing with her cello.
>You leave the boudoir and go past the restroom.
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>Now, where would Anon keep a safe?
>Certainly not in his bedroom.
>That would be too easy.
>But then again… he is just a simple monkey.
>You decide to check it out anyway.
>His master bedroom is just as magnificent as the rest of the house.
>The sheets look like they are made of silk.
>You indulge yourself and touch them.
>They are so soft.
>Why does he have so much and you so little?
>It’s not fair.
>Enough moping. You have a job to do.
>You start scouring his room.
>Seemingly everywhere are luxurious trinkets.
>Finally, you find your prize.
>Anon’s safe is bolted to the floor of his walk in closet.
>You examine the locking mechanism.
>This is going to be foals play.
>You turn the knob a few times.
>You strain your ears to hear the clicking of the mechanism.
>This shouldn’t be too hard.
>This might be the easiest job you’ve ever had.
>
>The next day.
>Octavia left the door open just like she said she would.
>Ponies are too trusting.
>You can’t help but smirk.
“Hello?”
>No answer. The place is empty just like she said it would be.
>You put on your mask in case anyp0ny pays an unexpected visit.
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>You trot calmly to Anon’s room.
>You leave all the trinkets behind.
>This has to look like a planned robbery and not a smash and grab.
>Nop0ny would suspect you of theft.
>No, they all look down on you.
>They all think that you are a simple mud pony.
>Let them think that.
>You’ll be laughing all the way to the bank before any of them know what hit them.
>You place a hoof on the locking mechanism.
>You turn it a few times and listen for the click.
>It only take a minute to find the right combination.
>The door clicks and swings open slightly.
>This is it.
>You laugh greedily at your prize.
>You put a hoof in.
>Wait. Whats this?
>Papers?
>Where is the loot!?
>These are just deeds and certificates.
“BUCK!”
>You cover your mouth with your hooves, but the deed was done.
>You quickly throw the papers back into the safe.
>Looks like this is going to be a run of the mill burglary.
>”What the fuck are you doing?”
>You freeze.
>Sweet Celestia you’ve been caught.
>You turn to the voice.
>It’s Anon, and he doesn’t look happy.
>How did he sneak up to you?
>You must have taken too much time gloating.
>You flip out a knife and brandish it toward him.
“Where is your money?” You say flatly.
>You hold your jaw out slightly to produce a flat and unremarkable voice.
>The voice of a disinterested professional.
>You’ve practiced this countless times.
>He will probably think you are a small stallion.
>”You’re making a mistake.”
“That funny. From my point of view, it’s you who is in trouble.”
>You two stare at each other.
>You lunge at him with your knife.
>He jumps back.
>You take this opportunity to run.
>Your hoof still clings to the knife.
>It clanks loudly on the wood floor as you run.
>He’s fast. He’s almost on you.
>You knock over a fern in the hallway and he hurdles over it.
>Shit! He’s almost on you.
>As you run you turn to look at him.
>He lunges at you and his weight crushes you under him.
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>Your knife clacks on the floor and slides just out of reach.
>Anon has you in his grasp.
>You try to buck him off but to no avail.
>He’s just too strong.
>He chuckles sadistically.
>”Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
>”You just thought you could waltz in here like you owned the place?”
>You try to spit at him, but it doesn’t even get close.
>”You should stop resisting. You’re just going to hurt yourself.”
>He forces your face to the ground.
”Let me go you monkey!”
>”That’s not a nice thing to say.”
>His hands explore your body.
>Your tears start to flow freely.
>”Who am I kidding? You won’t listen to me anyway.”
“Please stop.”
>”Why? You are the one who came into my house uninvited.”
>”I have the right to do anything to protect myself and my household.”
>He places a hand on your mask.
>You move your hooves to stop him, but he easily bats them away.
>He starts removing your mask, but then he stops.
>What is he doing?
>”I have to admit. I am curious, but not knowing will make this even more interesting.”
>He leans in close.
>”You could have prevented this.”
>You look at him.
>He uses one hand to unzip his pants.
“Don’t do it, Anon! I’m sorry.”
>He shakes his head.
>”This is for your own good.”
>He covers your mouth with his hand, and lines himself up.
>He easily invades you.
>He moves slowly and rhythmically.
>”If you keep stealing, you can expect more of this.”
>He moves his hand from your mouth.
>You have given up trying to fight him off.
>He already has you.
>”Ponies will do a lot worse than this to you in prison.”
>Your body quivers under him.
>He’s so big.
>”Crime never pays.”
>He holds you close and you can feel him finishing inside you.
>Your body tries to milk his.
>He gets up slowly.
>He walks to the bathroom and returns with a towel.
>He hands it to you.
>You wipe your eyes.
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>”Why are you doing this?” he asks.
>He sits beside you.
”I can never get ahead in life. This seemed like an easy solution.”
>You don’t look at him.
>”Crime doesn’t pay,” he repeats himself – softer now.
>”Are you going to call the police?”
>He frowns – thinking things over.
>”No… you’ve already paid for your crime.”
”You’re just going to let me go?”
>He nods.
>A few minutes pass in silence.
>He just raped you, but he’s also trying to teach you a lesson?
>Are all monkeys like this?
>He could have you thrown in prison for a long time.
>And he is willing to let you go.
>You look into his eyes.
>He looks hopeful.
>You could leave and just forget about all of this.
>Something inside you wants him to know.
>You take off your mask.
>You want him to see your face.
>He sits there still.
>You get up and hug him.
>You’ve had to act tough your whole life.
>Just once, you want to be the one taken care of.
>You want to belong to him now.
>
>A week later.
>Be Lyra.
>Bon Bon has moved in with Anon.
>She said that he makes her feel whole.
>Anon thinks he can just do whatever he wants.
>You put on your cape.
>He obviously has never met…
>The Handler.
fin
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