Title:           There is always a choice Chapter one
Author:          Dr_Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 17th of September 2014 07:28:19 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 17th of September 2014 07:28:19 PM CDT

>You were taking a stroll through the park after a long day at work, when you stumble upon a Pegasus in a box.
>She was orange with a pinkish mane and small, underdeveloped wings.
"Why are you in that box?"
>"Because I'm sick and poor, sir. This is my home."
>You frown then, watching her stare dejectedly into a puddle from the storm that was just beginning to pass.
>Next to her box is a small sign made of card board that reads “will do anything for bits”
>"Did you... Want to make a purchase?"
"Are you propositioning me?"
>She looks back up to you, bewilderment in her eyes.
>"Y-yes?"
>You shake your head gently and give her a disappointed 'tsk, tsk, tsk.' before kicking her sign over.
>The cardboard hastily absorbs the puddle she'd been staring into, hopelessly smearing the ink
>She doesn't react beyond a small whimper and a little scoot further into her box as you walk away.
>You think about the poor pony in her little box for a long while afterwards.
>You get a late lunch at the Sugarcube Corner, dealing with Pinkie Pie’s usual antics, and grab an ice cream cone
>You're strolling back through the park, on your way home.
>The ice cream cone in your hand is four scoops of brightly colored, sprinkle coated diabetes.
>Something possess you to stop by the little mare in her box again.
"What's the most humiliating thing they've paid you to do?"
>She flinches at the sound of your voice, startled.
>She scowls up at your indifferent green face.
>"None of your business."
>You remember that her sing had said “anything”
>Reaching into your pocket, you produce 3 bits and drop them between her hooves.
>She stares at the coins a long while before taking them.
>"Some mares paid me once to..."
>Her voice trails off as she relives the memories, but you say nothing.
>You simply lick at your ice cream, you're a pretty patient guy.
>"They paid me to use a strap on to rut them."
>Mid lick, you stop.
"That's it?"
>"No."
>She swallows then, steeling herself.
>"They shared me, used me like a toy. An entire week of Estrus, being passed from house to house." She looks up at you, expecting some reaction but finding none.
>"I-It was my season too."
>Oh, didn't expect that.
>"When I... When I climaxed accidentally they would punish me for ruining the fantasy that they'd paid good bits for."
>Her jaw is tight, brow furrowed. Tears cling to the corners of her eyes as she relives it all.
>"The worst of it was on the final day. The unicorn used her magic to pin me down and lock me into a stockade. I don't know where the buck she'd gotten it from..."
>The tears start to fall.
>You remain silent and let her try to compose herself, and watch as she fails.
>"They dragged me down to the Everfree. Apparently they'd invited a select few individuals to some kind of orgy to end Estrus with a bang."
>She smiles at her dumb pun, you do as well. Her tears don't stop, however
>"They'd brought me there to be used as an object. They fixed the stockade to a stake in the ground and invited any of the stallions present to use me as they pleased"
>She sniffles, clenching her eyes shut as she wipes her tears away and takes a deep, quivering breath
A few long moments of emotional silence pass by while you simply enjoy your ice cream and wait.
>You are not sure what the ending of this story is but you can tell it was not a good one for her…
>Finally, without looking up at you she asks, "You're not just going to leave it be, are you?"
"No."
>"Buck you."
"Not what I paid for."
>She angrily wipes her eyes again before pressing on, voice thick with emotion…
>"Not one. Not one stallion touched me that night. I had to listen to them have their way with every other pony there while they laughed at me. The poor, pathetic freak. All night I had to listen to them laugh at me and buck behind my back."
>She's speaking through clenched teeth now, fresh tears running down her face in glistening rivulets.
>"I climaxed to the sound of it. I was humiliated. I wanted to die, but I couldn't stop myself from having an orgasm as I listened to the other mares squealing."
>This was not the ending you had imagined…and it made you feel more uncomfortable than you imagined it would, but you kept a plain face
"Why didn't they take you?"
>She looks up, surprised by your small frown and sad tone of voice.
>"Don't make me say it..."
>Once more, you wait. Patience sure does come in handy sometimes.
>With a sigh she pushes herself up onto her hooves and scoots out of her box, eyes closed.
>"Who would want to rut a blank flank?"
>A quick glance confirms that she did indeed lack a Cutie Mark.
>She was obviously in her early twenties and it was certainty unusual for her not to have one
>"My whole life it's been the same, I'm a freak. Even now only the most desperate stallions will buy me."
>”Even my childhood friends have Cutie marks and have abandoned me…”
"Why not get a job?"
>"What job am I supposed to get? I have no talent!"
>You squat down, making yourself eye level with her.
"You have no Cutie Mark," you correct her.
"Which is a trait that most species seem to get along fine without."
>She opens her mouth to protest, but seems incapable of finding the words.
>Straightening back up, you take one last lick of your ice cream cone before holding it out to her.
"You always have choices, you're just making bad ones right now."
>She simply stares at you, tear stained eyes wide with puzzlement.
>She takes the ice cream cone, struggling to hold it awkwardly with her front hooves.
>”Why are you doing this?” She asks, seemingly unable to understand your harshness quickly followed by acts of kindness
>You stand there and ponder her question
>Truth be told, you didn’t understand yourself…
>You just saw her in her little box, looking like she had no life in her at all, and you had to act
>Unusual for you, to say the least!
>She licks the ice cream, just as you were a moment ago, waiting for you to answer.
>It seems you are not the only one who can be patient.
“I am not entirely sure… I just saw a bit of myself in you I guess...”
>You think back to when you first arrived in Equestria almost three years ago
>To say you had a hard time in the beginning would be an understatement!
>You were initially mistrusted and hated by the general pony community.
>It didn’t help that you spoke different languages.
>Finally, Purplesmart, as you knew her back then, helped you to learn the language and things got a little better.
>The ponies were still apprehensive, but they were coming around
>Than you met Princess Celestia and Princess Luna…
>They were very cautious at first, going so far as to lock you up in the dungeons of Canterlot until they were convinced you were trustworthy
>It took a month of this, but you were able to win them over
>You were returned to Ponyville and were greeted by your only friends in existence at the time, Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle
>You refused help form either of them when it came to housing and chose to live on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest
>You had little luck when it came to jobs, but you saved up every bit you earned from the odd jobs you did until you had a stroke of luck that on even Celestia herself could predict…
>You met Vinyl Scratch, and you two hit it off immediately!
>You were always a kinda chill guy which seemed to compliment her insane party going nature
>After a while of awesome friendship, she asked you some personal questions
>”What do you do for work Anon?” She asked one day at lunch
“I actually don’t have a regular job I just do whatever I can” You quietly admitted
>She looks at you incredulously, “And you didn’t think to ask for a job?!?!”
>After that she hired you on as her personal assistant which paid quiet well
>When she heard you were homeless not a week after that she was even angrier!
>She insisted on helping you have a house built and contacted a fan of hers who did contracting and would help.
>They had the house built in two months flat
>Fucking magic…
>Now you are the security advisor for Vinyl and help her keep her concerts under control
>You snap back from your little reminiscing session and notice the ice cream you had given her was almost gone
>You must have been standing there for a hot minuet
>”Are you ok” she asked, some concern touching her face
“Yeah, just remembering some old stuff…”
>She finishes the ice cream cone off and picks up the bits you had given her
>”Here… I will give you three bits to hear about that stuff!”
>You stare at the bits for a moment before laughing and pocketing them
“Hehehe, sure, I can deal with that! What’s your name little lady?”
>She looks down at the ground before saying, “Scootaloo…”
>You remember hearing that name before but you can’t place it.
“Well Scootaloo, my story is much longer than yours, hows about you come back to my house and I can tell you my story in comfort?”
>You say this with a completely straight face and she nods
>From inside her box she pulls out a scooter that looks to be a few sizes too small
>Not waiting for any other answer, you take off at a brisk pace with Scootaloo following behind