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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />*** I did NOT write this.***<br />This green originally came from https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/<span class="nu0">28173801</span>/#q28178989, but the Anon who wrote this had no tripcode, so I am posting this under my pastebin account just in case the page gets erased or the link gets changed. I felt that this short SPG greentext story is worth saving as it is really good <span class="br0">&#40;</span>in my opinion anyway<span class="br0">&#41;</span>. If you are the original author, please contact me to claim your work, or if you would like me to keep this here, do let me know as well so I can credit you as the author.<br />*** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br /><br />&quot;S...spare some change sir? Ma'am? I.. I'm terribly sorry to be a bother but.. I.. I just need a little bite to eat and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the unicorn couple simply turn their muzzles up and away from you with a frown</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Careful Upper Crust, seems some thoughtless pony left their refuse on the sidewalk. Wouldn't want to sully your hooves by stepping in it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you bite your lip as your ears lay flat, fighting back tears as they walk away</span><br />&quot;Thanks anyway...&quot; you murmur, pulling your filthy threadbare jacket around yourself more tightly as you return to your spot in the alley where you'd been clearing away the snow from the front of your home<br /><span class="co4">&gt;or, more accurately, your box</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's been over a week since you last ate anything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;drinking water from melted snow had been enough to keep you from getting dehydrated, but your body is weak and wracked with hunger pangs</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shake your head in a daze, your master's words might as well have been a magic spell freezing you in place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;are you listening to me, girl? do you know what this means?&quot;</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you hadn&quot;t been terribly difficult to capture</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;after all, you had nowhere to hide when the humans came with their war machines</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you remember lots of ponies yelling, panic, some kind of gas filling the alley and street, and then not much after that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wake up in a cage, shackled up next to those same two unicorns</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the ones who treated you like just another piece of street litter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;one of them is bleeding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a man in a camoflauge uniform opens the door to the cage you share with them and puts his hand under your chin, tilting your head from side to side, placing his hand on your back, your sides, your stomach, your legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We should put this one down, she probably won't survive the trip. Looks like she hasn't eaten in days.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know our orders, no killing noncombatants. Give her an MRE and lock the cage back up, we need to move out.&quot;</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you shake your head once again, snapping back to attention</span><br />&quot;T...the vote passed? I'm... I'm free?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he nods at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;looks that way...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you close your eyes and take a deep breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you remember meeting your master for the first time</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're in a poorly lit room with all the ponies you'd been captured with</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;about 20 of you altogether</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;most of them had been pretty well off in Equestrian society</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a tall, strong looking human walks into the room in front of you and speaks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he's straight to the point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're all now his property</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;his slaves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're going to be performing heavy labor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hauling ore from the mines your master owns</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;14 hour days, two ten minute meal/bathroom breaks per day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there are gasps, stifled sobs, a mare faints</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but you're just kind of numb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he makes eye contact with every pony in the room but seems to completely ignore you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're used to being overlooked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're taken to your slave quarters and collapse on your cot</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wake up to the cracking of a whip, the ponies around you skittishly falling into a single file line</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;their clothes have been confiscated, manes all uniformly shaved and tails cropped to hock-length</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;yours seem to have been untouched for some reason</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;many of them are shaking, not sure what to expect as your instructions are delivered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;one of your master's employees will hitch you to an empty cart, you take it down into the mine, and come back with a full load of ore, seems simple enough</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're not told what kind of ore it is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;perhaps it's something valuable and he's afraid his slaves might try to steal it</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the mine is dark, and hard to breathe in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your harness is far too tight, which makes it even harder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look back over your shoulder, watching patiently as the humans working in the mine continue to load what looks like nothing more than a bunch of sparkly rocks into your cart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wonder when they're going to stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;can you even pull this much?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;they're still loading the cart...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;finally you're given the command</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel the sting of a whip on your hindquarters as you're ordered out of the mine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you struggle, the cart barely budging an inch</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the biting lash torments you relentlessly until your load finally begins to move at a reasonable pace, your cries of pain being completely ignored</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the human driving you, satisfied that he's finally got you going, turns his attention - and his whip - on the next pony in line</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your muscles and joints scream out for relief as you haul your third load out to be dumped into an awaiting container</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you don't want to go back down there, but you know you have no choice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;when you're ordered out of the mine this time, you can't move your load</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;no matter how many times they whip you, or how hard, or how much they scream and threaten you, your tired little body just can't budge it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you collapse, tufts of fur flying off your rump and back as your taskmaster puts every ounce of strength behind his swings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;so this is it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this is how you die</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you close your eyes, so exhausted you can't even cry out, eventually losing consciousness</span><br /><br />---<br /><br />&quot;How soon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A matter of weeks... maybe even days&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you whimper</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...need these ponies in good working condition, I catch you wailing on one like that again you'll eat a fucking bullet, you get me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a door slams</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a glass is placed against your lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's cool and wet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you instinctively drink, the ice water soothing your parched throat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look up and see the face of your master, your lower jaw trembling as your body begins to shake in fear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;shh, easy girl, you're done for now. Those idiots should have never taken you down there in this condition, you're clearly malnourished.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he gently dabs a wet cloth against your forehead, and it comes away bloody</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you don't even remember getting that cut</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he brushes your matted, tangled mane out of your eyes and carefully inspects your filty face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;not that much more filthy than when you'd been captured, honestly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there's something unsettling about the look he's giving you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he seems to linger a bit too long for your liking, before eventually shaking his head and snapping his fingers, one of his employees or assistants appearing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See to it she gets a nice warm bath and a hot meal. I want her thoroughly groomed by the time I get back.&quot;</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Master puts on his shoes and you reflexively reach for his overcoat, holding it for him while he puts his arms into the sleeves one by one and stands up, heading for the door</span><br />&quot;Where are you going, Master?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've called an emergency meeting with my own personal attorney and the Company's lawyers, we're going to see what we can do about this. Be a good girl until I get home, okay? Don't worry about fixing dinner tonight, just eat something yourself when you get hungry and wait by the phone in case I call.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he turns the doorknob, and you rear up, placing a hoof on his side as you look up at him, unable to hide the worried look on your face</span><br />&quot;Master?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hm?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Everything's gonna be okay, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he pats your head with a warm smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let your Master do the worrying for now, okay?&quot;</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't remember food ever tasting this good before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;or the last time you were ever this clean</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you gorge yourself on the various fruits, veggies, and fresh hay set before you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;careful not to overdo it, you wouldn't want to get sick,&quot; the assistant chuckles as she brushes your mane carefully</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;before too much longer your master joins you again, sitting across from you at the relatively small table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;let me ask you something, mare&quot; he says, immediately seizing your attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;you don't want to go back out into that mine, do you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you simply wince and shake your head, starting to tremble again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you barely lasted two hours out there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you'd die if he sent you back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he leans over the table, placing his hand on your forehead, slowly running it up through your mane, his fingers coming to rest behind your right ear as he continues speaking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're too pretty to be a workhorse anyway, you know that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you glance around nervously, not wanting to make eye contact</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he doesn't like that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HEY. Look into your Master's eyes when he speaks to you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you gulp as you hesitantly comply</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there's a warmth in his gaze that seems wildly out of place</span><br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Master still isn't home. Your stomach is all twisted up in knots, you can't make yourself eat anything, instead laying on the couch and staring at the phone intently, waiting to snap to attention and hit the speakerphone button on the first ring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's pushing 10pm, you should have heard SOMETHING from him by now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you feel utterly helpless</span><br /><br />---<br /><br />&quot;'Comfort mare?' I don't understand...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't have to understand. Just obey me and your life will get much better very quickly. Wouldn't you rather live in my big, luxurious house along with me instead of those rickety slave barracks?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you nod, the answer coming easily to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;anything had to be better than that shithole you slept in last night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;though even that, you admit to yourself, was an upgrade from the cardboard box in the alley</span><br />&quot;What do I have to do?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From that moment you'd never looked back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you quickly found out just what a &quot;comfort mare&quot; was expected to do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you weren't as appalled by it as you should be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your master wanted physical companionship from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hugging, kissing, cuddling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;massages</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and yes, even sex</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;officially, you were his personal assistant</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;nobody really knew what he got up to with you behind closed doors, though you're sure plenty of people - and ponies - had their suspicions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in exchange, you got a big, warm, spacious house to live in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;regular meals and baths</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;an indescribably comfortable bed all your own to sleep in</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;at first, you treated it as any other task you might have been assigned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you went about it dutifully, but didn't enjoy it at all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you simply reminded yourself it was better than being worked to death in the mines</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but over time, your Master's generosity grew</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;gourmet food, beautiful outfits to wear when you go out in public with him, random gifts for no reason</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;these things all became the norm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;while he made it clear you still belonged to him, you felt a genuine affection start to form between the two of you</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and then one day, he said it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he actually said it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you'd been making love face to face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;kissing, stroking each other's bodies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and you were really into it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you wanted to make your master cum, and you went at him voraciously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;when he finally did, he held you tight against his body, one hand clamping your rump against his crotch, the other holding your head gently against the side of his as he gasped for breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you, girl, oh god I love you so much...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your eyes went wide, but he shoved his tongue into your muzzle before you had a chance to respond</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you felt a tingle travel up your spine, melting into the kiss with a soft nicker</span><br /><br />---<br /><br />&quot;Heh... that was it...&quot; you think to yourself with a somber smile, &quot;that's the day this became home...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you sigh and swish your tail, trying to keep your anxiety from welling up any further</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the phone call never comes, and eventually, unable to force yourself to stay awake any longer, you fall asleep right there on the couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Master doesn't come home for days after that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and for that same amount of time you don't eat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it's the longest you've gone without food since you'd been a free mare back in Equestria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your sleep is troubled, you only manage an hour or two at a time before waking up and tossing and turning for another hour</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, after being gone for nearly a week without so much as a word, he walks through the front door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you're instantly at his feet, ready to greet him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;but he looks different</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;his usual stern, confident demeanor is nowhere to be found</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he looks deflated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;defeated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;beaten</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he slumps to his knees in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;there are bags under his eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he hasn't shaved since he left</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he reaches a hand toward your cheek, and you nuzzle into it affectionately</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;bringing his other hand to your face, he brings his forehead to yours silently</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and begins silently weeping</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this can't be good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you've never seen Master cry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;EVER</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;he doesn't need to say anything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you already know</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;they'll be coming for you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;to take you away from him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your Master</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your lover</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;your home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to the mean streets of Equestria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to struggling to make it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to wondering where your next meal is going to come from</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;back to being all alone in the world</span><br />&quot;M...Master... I won't go... I refuse...&quot; you say shakily as he pulls you into a tight embrace<br />&quot;This is my home... here with you... I'm your pony. I'm YOURS... they can't do this...&quot; you stammer, panic beginning to show in your voice<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he rocks you gently in his arms, trying to calm you down without having much success</span><br />&quot;You won't let them take me, will you Master? You're going to keep me forever, right? I can stay here with you, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you start to cry</span><br />&quot;Please Master... say something...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm so sorry, my sweet, sweet girl...&quot; he replies in a mournful tone that shatters your heart into a thousand pieces</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; FIN</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*** I did NOT write this.***<br />This green originally came from https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/<span class="nu0">28173801</span>/#q28178989, but the Anon who wrote this had no tripcode, so I am posting this under my pastebin account just in case the page gets erased or the link gets changed. I felt that this short SPG greentext story is worth saving as it is really good <span class="br0">&#40;</span>in my opinion anyway<span class="br0">&#41;</span>. If you are the original author, please contact me to claim your work, or if you would like me to keep this here, do let me know as well so I can credit you as the author.<br />*** *** *** *** *** *** ***</div></div>




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