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title = "Laziness Cure"
names = ["DCFTEF"]
date = "2017-05-06 16:22:24"
tags = ["slave", "whip"]
spankers = ["None"]
spankees = ["None"]
posts = ["30029580"]
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>Life is tough for Equestrian ponies living in the human world
>Without magic, flight, or fingers they don't have many marketable job skills
>Despite their sentience, human law only recognizes ponies as animals
>And animals can be owned

>You are Anon
>You took pity on the thousands of jobless poners and took one in
>Technically it's not slavery
>"Indentured service"
>Basically it's slavery with a prettier name
>Some humans treat their pony servants harshly, but you resolved to be good to yours
>She'd be more like a room-mate than a slave
>You'd work and bring in the money
>She would take care of the house
>And for a while it worked out well
>Your pony cleaned, cooked and handled the yardwork

>But with time she started to get lazy
>The grass got tall & unmowed, the bushes untrimmed
>Lately the house has been messy when you got home
>You've dropped subtle hints that you're dissatisfied
>But most days when you get home from work she's sitting on the couch
>Watching TV, playing vidya
>Today seems to be no different...
"Hi. Boy, tough day at work...how was your day?"
>She just shrugs
>She used to wait for you at the front door with your slippers
>Now she doesn't even take her eyes off the TV
"Meh, normal day."
>You sniff the air. Nothing.
"So...is dinner ready yet?"
>Again she shrugs
"I'll toss something in the microwave later."
>Annoyed grunt
>Okay...this shit has gone far enough
"Well, we've got an errant to run first."
>She looks up from the TV
"Do you need me for it?"
>You pick up her saddlebags and toss them to her
>They land on the couch, hitting her flank
"Just get in the car."
>You say nothing on the drive
>Does she sense your annoyance?
>She knows something is weird
>You normally do the grocery shopping on the weekend
>And you haven't told her the purpose of this errand
"Eh...so where are we going?"
>This time it's you who shrugs
"Just to a store."
>Your demeanor is worrying her
>It's working
"Which store?"
>You never take your eyes off the road
"Just the department store. I need something."
>Staying cryptic
"What do you need?"
>You'll find out
"Just one thing."

>When you arrive at the department store you get out of the car without a word
>Normally you wait for her to walk alongside you in the parking lot
>This time you just walk ahead
>Forcing her to hurry along a few steps behind, like a servant pony
>Inside it's no different
>You walk straight to the department you want
>Fast, not even looking at anything else

>"PONY SUPPLIS"
>Yes, it's spelled like that
>You can see the store manager, yelling at the pony employee who screwed it up
>You find what you're looking for
>In a big barrel there's a selection of whips
>You stop and begin looking through them
>She gasps
>But she says nothing.
>You say nothing either

>You both know what these are for
>You've both seen harsher owners disciplining their pony servants
>It's legal...reasonable force...only on the rump...no blood
>That's still enough to bring sensitive ponies to howling tears
>You've never even considered it
>And your pony thought she'd gotten lucky
>She'd gotten an owner who didn't spank

>Without a word you inspect several
>They're all different
>Some heavy, some light
>Differing lengths
>Some stiff, some bendy & flexible
>Your pony watches nervously as you check out each one
>You swing one
>The wooshing sound it makes through the air makes her tremble
>Good, good...it's working
>You pick up a few more, swinging each one through the air 
>She gulps & flinches at the scary wooshing sound
Last/3
>Finally you pick one
>Dark braided leather
>Not too heavy, not too light
>Thick, but very flexible
"Hold this."
>You make her carry it in her mouth
>She's shaking all over...she almost drops it
>You give her no response and walk ahead to the register
"Will that be all for you today, sir?"
>The human cashier cheerfully takes your money
>Gives your pony a sympathetic look
"Would you like a bag for that?"
>You shake your head
"No need, she can carry it."

>Despite wearing her saddle bags you make her carry the new whip to the car
>Through the busy parking lot, past other humans and ponies
>She's worried, embarrassed, confused
>Servant pony carrying a brand-new whip
>Everyone can see what a naughty, lazy filly she's been
>Tears puddling up in her eyes, though she's trying hard not to show it

>You drive out of the mall without a word
>She's still trembling
>But she doesn't have the nerve to ask questions
>Finally she can't bear it any longer
"W-what are you g-g-going to d-do with this?"
>You just shrug your shoulders
"Just wanted to have one.
"In case I needed it."
>She doesn't have the nerve to ask any more questions

>When you arrive home she jumps out of the car
"Boy, it's getting late! I'd better get dinner started."
>You saunter in slowly
>By the time you step inside she's cooking and already cleaning up her mess in the living room
>You grin
>Success
>You hang up your new pony whip in the hallway closet
>Unused...for now.

END
