Opal (Zephyr side stories)

by ToBeA

Rating: everyone
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Length: 19791

Wa?

Mysterious Mystery

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-29 22:31:38 UTC

Opal & Eli

It's too quiet.

You've been quietly rolling along in his car for at least a couple hours now, and neither of you has said a word since you lost sight of Zephyr. At first you pretended to be asleep when you realized you were alone with him for the first time, but you're to anxious and twitchy to keep it up anymore. The awkwardness of it all is killing you, and he doesn't seem perturbed in the slightest! Is this how it's gonna be? You're some subhuman thing and he's not even going to dignify you with speech?

Or maybe this is his way of easing you into things? A nice, calm car ride with your... y-

your...

Master.

Oh no, this is bad. Somehow you let your friend and that muscular loon talk you into getting in the car and now this guy thinks he owns you!

...Well, he does kind of own you. He paid an awful lot, so he must be pretty serious about keeping you. Like an animal. Forever.

Okay, okay. Calm down, Opal. He's nice! Zephyr thought so too, and he's been very understanding this whole time, even when you made an ass of yourself. You're just getting worried over nothing for the thousandth time. Unless the nice act was all a ruse and as soon as he's got you safely tucked away in his home he'll break out the chains and whips and... and...

Nausea begins to bubble up from the pit of your stomach while your imagination runs wild with the awful possibilities. You're debilitated, helpless! The only insurance policy you've got is his word that he'll send you back if you're unhappy. He must have lied, you're never getting out of there once you're in! His other ponies are probably both Autumn-level fucked up and now you're gonna be on the bottom of the pecking order, the exotic new toy they'll want to break just like he does!

Slow, deep breaths are the only thing keeping you from losing your lunch all over the back  seat as you screw your eyes shut. The world outside the car is a dizzying blur, the bumps and dips of a back country road through the mountains are giving you the most awful sense of vertigo you've ever had, and the only thing you can hear is your blood pounding in your new, too-sensitive ears. It's too hot in here! Air, you need air!

You can feel your breath accelerate to a point near hyperventilation, but at this point you're already lost in your own head, touring realms of terror somewhere in between the strange tortures the man in the front seat will visit upon you and the notion that maybe you're dying right this second. You don't even want to go home, you just want this feeling to stop, anything to just make it stop.

"Are you doing okay back there? You don't look so good."

As much as you'd like to convince yourself that he's just feigning concern for you, the hand that finds its way to your head is warm, and the few firm strokes along your mane are the only bright spot in a realm of suffering before it retreats prior to another turn.

"Opal?"

No no, nice-but-not-nice strange man, please don't make this a thing.

"Opal honey, you're scaring me. Are you okay?"

His voice is so sincere you feel guilty not responding, but telling him that you're having an anxiety attack about being his seems downright rude. You settle for telling half of the truth.

"I'm just a bit carsick is all. Please don't worry."

"You look more than a bit carsick if you ask me. Hang on for a few more minutes and we'll take a break. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'm really warm right now. Could you open a window? I mean, um, please. Master. Sir."

The sound of wind sweeping in through the cracked window is almost relieving in and of itself, but the rush of cool air has you taking great, heaving breaths in an effort at settling your stomach. The next few turns are far gentler than before, and a slow stop signals the blessed break he promised earlier. You hear him shift a bit in his seat, and you're quite certain he's looking right at you, but you can't quite bring yourself to open your eyes and look back. Trying to wrap your mind around being his pet, a thing he owns, is just too much. Everything depends on him, now. Food, water, shelter and comforts all have to come from him, and you still don't know what he'll want in return.

Sure, he says he just wants you to be all -cute- and -pretty- like how Autumn and Zephyr act for their Master, and that if you're happy he'll be happy too, but that can't be it. No one is that nice, least of all to you, and that means there's a catch. Maybe it's your body warming his bed, or maybe it's subjugating you, or maybe you're just being picked up to entertain the other two in his house, but there's no way he just wants to have you around.

No one wants you around.

The hand returns, gently stroking along your mane and neck, and the shivers it gives you forces your eyes open to face reality. He's gazing at you quite intently, but there's quite a bit of concern in his look. Of course, that could just be because he payed a hefty price for you, and this must be the equivalent of engine trouble in a new car. Maybe you're defective, he must be wondering.

He leans over the seat towards you, and you're stunned as his arms wrap around you and lift you over it into the front and his lap. You're set down facing forward, saving you the embarrassment of eye contact, but more importantly you have a tremendous view of a river valley below from what seems to be an isolated "scenic view" off the state highway you'd been on. The view is lovely, and his hands are warm. You catch yourself relaxing just a bit, and he seems happy to share the view with you in silence for a minute or two.

"So what have you been thinking about back there this whole time?"

"Uhm... Y'know, pony stuff?"

"You seem awfully nervous about 'pony stuff', little miss."

"I'm not sure if I should say this... being taken 'home' to a place I've never been, by a man I just met, for possibly the rest of my life? It's scary."

"Do I scare you?"

"N-not as much as when we hadn't met, but would you be upset if I said yes? We only just met...."

"Would it help if I stopped at a drive-through and got you a treat?"

"Not if you value this interior. I really was carsick earlier. But thank you for offering, Eli. I mean Master. Sir."

"You can call me whatever you want, y'know."

"I'll figure something out... uh, Master. So what were you thinking about up there?"

"How to start a conversation with you. It's been really awkward the whole ride. Or was that just me?"

Okay... maybe you shouldn't over think these things...

A sudden rush of cool air rouses you into unwelcome wakefulness, and it's everything you can do to press yourself further into the warm spot you've made on the seat and retreat further under your awkwardly.. bulky.. blanket?

Wait, what?

"It's time to wake up, Opal. We're home."

The events of an already long day replay in your head as you remember where you are, and that in lieu of a blanket you've wrapped yourself up in his coat for warmth. You peek out from your impromptu shelter with bleary eyes to see him standing just outside the open door to the back of the truck, smiling at you with a familiar sort of condescending mirth hidden in his face. Yeah, no wonder he and Zephyr's guy get along so well.

"We're here already?"

"You've been asleep for quite a while, little miss. We should hurry, I think I see your new housemates watching from one of the windows."

As apprehensive as you are about being "brought home" or meeting two more people-made-ponies, you do sit up and try to get out of the car.

...Only to fall face first into the seat as one of your hooves catches on the coat you'd been nesting in. The flood of renewed embarrassment is enough that you want to retreat back under the coat entirely, and the whine you emit is not so much from pain but your frustration at continually making an ass of yourself in front of him. He seems to think differently, though.

"You really are adorable, you know that? Come on sleepy head, you'll never make it up the steps like this."

Before you've had time to shake off the 'adorable' comment in regard to your monumental clumsiness he's already picked you up, coat and all, to hoist you into his arms. Firmly in his grasp and too well bundled up by the coat to do anything but squirm, a strange sense of calm overcomes you as your head comes to rest on his shoulder. Amid the soft bobbing motions as he ascends a long flight of stairs toward a very large house, you find it rather odd that instead of scoping out the house he means to keep you in, or trying to figure out where exactly "here" is, you're currently focused entirely on how he smells up close. There's the same faint "guy smell" that you once had yourself and had already begrudgingly come to enjoy on Zephyr's master, but there's a bit of crispness to him, like a green apple. Is that a bodywash or are you just going insane?

"Are you feeling alright? You're breathing a little heavily there."

Ah, shit! Snap out of it, stupid little pony thing! You barely know this man and you're already getting all flustered over his scent! He seems like a very giving sort of guy, and outside your wild imagination it seems like he won't let you come to any harm in his care, but you're not going to let yourself get all doe-eyed just yet. The hard truth of the matter is that there's no place for you anywhere in this world anymore, save for the place being offered to you here, and accepting that is what kept you from escaping into the woods and probably getting eaten a couple of weeks ago. He'll feed you, and give you shelter, and maybe even pet you from time to time, and you'll gladly do what he asks as long as he holds up his end of the bargain.

But that doesn't mean you want to be some simpleminded thing worshipping at his feet like Autumn. Zephyr seemed to keep her wits about her a bit better, but sometimes even her behavior worried you. You can't lose yourself in the submission games or the affection or the carnal delights that come with this body and life. You'll be his little friend, even his subservient pet. One day you might even let this body get what it seems to want and be... intimate... With him. You just don't ever want to be a willing plaything, with all your hopes and wants replaced with his.

It could be that you're overthinking things again, but just to be on the safe side you resolve not to spend any more time smelling him.

"Oh, they've left the window. Must be waiting for us at the front door."

"You mean your other pets?"

"Yeah, Seafoam and Orchid. You'll be able to tell which is which. I should warn you, I told them as soon as my friend let me know he had you, so they've been stewing in anticipation for a few weeks now."

"T-they're excited?"

"Oh yes, very. You've probably figured out by now that you're not going to be meeting very many people in your new job. The three of us have been together for a little under a year, a little over a year for just Seafoam and I, all without them seeing much of anyone, really, so you can imagine how exciting a new friend is for them."

"B-but what if they don't like me?"

"Not possible."

"Y-yes it is. What if they think I'm trying to steal you away from them, or that I'm annoying or no fun?"

"I don't think you're annoying."

"You barely know me! I'm always weird or clumsy or annoying, they're going to hate me!"

"Have you always had this kind of anxiety issue?"

Boom. He just hit the nail on the head, and though he pointed it out as a helpful gesture, it mostly just makes you feel worse.

"Y-yes..."

"And how did it work out when you were human?"

Panic attacks. Ruined relationships. Unpaid bills. Wasted education. Long nights awake wondering if it wouldn't be easier to just give up. Inability to make eye contact with strangers.

"P-pretty bad."

"How about you try relaxing a bit? This is a whole new opportunity for you to start over. Think it over quick, because we're here."

Sure enough, you've made it to the front door, behind which lurks two strangers and a very strange new life.

"M... Master?"

"Yes, Opal?"

"I'm scared."

"I know you are. Be brave for me?"

"I can try."

"Good girl."

And just like that, the door opens and Eli carries you into your future.

Opal & New Ponies

The nighttime darkness you'd been bathed in since waking up did you no favors when the door opened and Eli stepped in. These new eyes you've been given don't seem to like bright lights much, and for a second or two your vision can't quite adjust as a set a of blurry shapes and strange colors only gradually come into focus. While you try to take in the large and tastefully furnished hallway you've been carried into, fluttering movement draws your eyes down to a large, somewhat crude "Welcome Opal!" banner.

More interesting than the banner, though, is the fact that either end it is pressed between a pair of forehooves, occasionally twitching or slipping a bit. You're a a little bit dumbstruck as it dawns on you that the sign is meant for you, clutched between the trembling forehooves of your owner's other pets. Other ponies, former people, who have spent months trotting around on all fours and playing nice for this guy. You're almost afraid to make eye contact, painfully aware that if they're both like Autumn you're probably doomed to become like her yourself. In this context, the thrilled, stereophonic cheer of "Welcome home!" they greet you with doesn't seem promising.

As much as that worries you, refusing to answer them would be rude, though being set down on the floor and released from the bundle he'd wrapped you in gives you a much needed second to collect yourself and get a decent look at them. Eli really wasn't joking when he said you'd be able to tell which is which, as the two ponies in front of you couldn't be more visually distinct from one another if they tried. The one you're sure is Seafoam has a bright blue coat, all the way up to a flowing but slightly curled off-white mane. You hate to call it "wavy" considering her name, but that's really the only word for it.

The freckle pattern on her face is the same off-white as her mane, and you'd find the whole effect totally adorable if the look of complete and unmitigated enthusiasm in her green eyes wasn't a little too reminiscent of Autumn for your own comfort.

On the other side of the hallway sits a pony who went perhaps a little too far in designing the OC she became, though you're hardly one to be making judgement there. A deeper red coat than what you'd think belonged on a pony, but in practice it looks no less vibrant than any of the others you've seen, topped off with a long, tropical-looking yellow mane and tail, accented heavily by the occasional streak of purple running down either. The horn poking out of her mane is plain to see, and you come to the realization that your useless little bat wings to still technically make you a pegasus, meaning that between Seafoam's earth pony build, this unicorn, and you Eli has a complete set. This is undoubtedly the one he called "Orchid", but your immediate and powerful sense of attachment to her doesn't have anything to do with her colors, but rather the wry smile and look of amusement in her too-pink eyes. Oh thank goodness, this one looks like she's still grounded in reality.

They went to the trouble of making a welcome sign for you, no easy feat on hooves, and that gesture seems friendly enough.

You try the "deep breath" trick Zephyr kept harping on about, and give it your best.

"N-nice to meet you! I'm Opal and I, uh, guess we live together now?"

...Okay, not your best effort. Neither of them looks crestfallen, though, so you aren't a disappointment just yet. In fact, the small chuckle coming from Orchid doesn't even sound derisive! In your book, that's already a win. For a few seconds it looks as though everything might just be looking up.

Then the blue one starts touching you.

It's not the full-blown pounce you had been forced to adapt to in the last house, but before you know it's happening she's already put her hooves up to your face and started talking.

"Orchid, come look at her eyes, they're incredible!"

Well, at least she seems to like you...

"And this mane is just lovely! Do you think she'll let me style it?"

The unicorn lives up to your expectations at once, at once responding while trying not to laugh.

"You could try asking her, Sea. You are up in her face, you know."

"Sea" as she is called, does not, and instead takes one of your hooves in hers for a closer examination before beginning to circle you.

"Those wings! And look! She's even more slender than you are! Oh, I don't wanna be the fat one!"

"Dude, you won't be the fat one. I told you he makes the pegasi skinny. You've just got a fuller figure is all."

"Hardly, look!"

You don't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't Seafoam wrapping her forehooves around your waist and lifting your rear end skywards. The sudden action sprawls your front end out and gives her the leverage to show the whole room what she's talking about. Your cool broke right around there, but no amount of yelping and squirming seems to dislodge your from the Earthie's larger build.

"Smaller, yeah, but look at how firm this is! He's been making improvements since changing me, and now I'm outdated."

"Uh, Sea, maybe you shouldn't..."

Her forehoof poking your rump repeatedly to drive her point home is the last straw, and in aghast desperation you do the unthinkable.

"Master, help!"

Well, that's it then. You've been in his house for a grand total of two minutes before giving up on solving the simplest problem, like demanding your molester stop, and needing him to it instead. Under duress, that's your first response? Cry out for him? Jeez, Zephyr's Master really did mess up your head more than you thought.

You hardly needed Eli's help after that, though. Your outburst alone seems to have surprised Seafoam into dropping you, and while you feel no end to the shame of it your still find yourself scrambling behind Eli's legs for safety. Your refuge doesn't last very long, as your new Master picks you back up and then seats himself on the floor, once again putting you on his lap, now in plain view of the other two. There's still an air of amusement in his voice, but there's a gentle authority there that seems to command the attention of your new compatriots.

"Now let's try that again. Seafoam, Orchid, this is Opal. she's had a bit of a rough time adjusting to all the changes and it might be for the best if you take it easy on her for a while. Opal, this is Seafoam and that's Orchid."

This is so embarrassing. The whole situation isn't even your fault, but shame is a powerful motivator and right now you'd give anything to be anywhere else. Whether it be intuition or experience with you, Eli seems to understand that you're seconds from bolting out of his lap and into the darkest corner you can find. Rather than allow this to happen, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, leaving you on your haunches and with only your tail to preserve your modesty. The other two remain quiet while you sniffle a bit, but once it's clear that you're not going to cry Seafoam makes the first move.

"Listen, Opal, I'm really sorry about that. You look amazing and I got so excited... Then I got caught up in my own vanity.

I've been wearing a collar in this house for more than a year, and I guess I forgot how it felt when this was all new. I'm sorry, please don't hate it here because of me."

She certainly sounds sincere enough, and even a bit less like Autumn than you thought she would.

"It's... well, alright. That was a bit too much all at once, and I'm a bit... flighty? I'm sure your- er, our, Master can tell you more. You were too excited, I was too nervous."

"Will you forgive me?"

"Yes,but after touching my butt you at least owe me dinner."

She stands there utterly dumbfounded by your joke, but it certainly wasn't lost on Eli or Orchid. The sudden chortle from above and behind you makes you feel pretty good about yourself, but it's the look of approval and possibly increased excitement from Orchid that really makes breaking the serious mood worthwhile.

"She tells jokes! Little sister, you and I are going to have a lot of fun around here."

Your joke seems to have broken the ice pretty well, defusing what could have been a bad situation and helping you make your first good impression since meeting Eli. The hands that were keeping you from bolting out of his lap relax their grip, and one settles on your head. Eli works his fingers in small circles up and down your scalp, making an absolute mess of your mane  but drawing an involuntary sigh from your lips before you knew it was coming. Your worries are all but forgotten for a few wonderful seconds, his continued assault forcing your eyes shut as relaxation, physical and mental, crash over you like a tidal wave.

It's so good that when his hand recedes you find yourself turned about to face him, whining pitifully and pawing at his chest with a hoof, all pride forgotten. The amused look on his face is enough for you to remember yourself and stop acting like a needy animal, but the damage is clearly done.

"Liked that a lot, didn't you? He said you'd be a cuddler if I could get you to relax. Now, as much as I'd like to get you settled in myself, I've been awake since about this time yesterday. Can I ask you to stick with Orchid and Seafoam until you know your way around? I don't mean to brag, but it's a really big house."

Your mind races to conjure up objections. Does he think you're stupid enough to get lost indoors, or does he want you to be watched at all times? He doesn't trust you not to run off, even worse, he doesn't trust you enough to let you have some privacy! For a split second you let frustration boil up in your chest to bursting, but when you open your mouth to give him what-for it just isn't there.

Ugh, this is self-sabotage. Maybe you do just want to be left alone for a little while... But you're looking for reasons to argue or resist or rebel and they just aren't there, or at least they're too trivial to matter. He's made a simple request of you, and you made Zephyr's master a promise in exchange for your still unused trump card. You told him you'd be a good pet.

You told him you'd obey.

"Yes... Master."

"There's a good girl. Sea, Orchid, is there still enough food on the bottom shelves to cover the three of you for the night?"

A dual "Yes sir!" comes from behind you in a still-unsettling stereo, but You're too busy enjoying the notion of feeding yourself.

"Is my kitchen floor a mess?"

"No sir!"

"Good. Take care of yourselves for the night and I'll cook for us in the morning, okay? Oh, and show Opal where the bathroom is when you get the chance."

"Yes sir!"

What you're inferring just from his conversation with the other two is encouraging, to say the least. Zephyr's guy was so big on controlling just about everything that went on, you don't think you've fed yourself since stopping at a fast-food joint on your last night as a human. Looking back you wish you'd been a bit more gluttonous there, it was the last chance you ever had to eat meat. Or buy something in a store. Or be seen in public.

Before you have a chance to fall into another little anxiety attack dwelling on how much you've lost Eli wraps up his conversation with the other two. He can't be aware of your internal dialogue, but the hug he wraps you in is enough to help you escape it. Being held against him in the hug is the strangest thing yet, as you find yourself noting the differences between him and Zephyr's guy with an almost academic interest. He's definitely got a belly in place of the unnaturally toned midsection on the crazy kidnapper, and he's generally much softer, but in truth that just makes him warmer to the touch, something that you're alarmed to find is quite pleasant. Enjoying a bit of contact is something you can at least dismiss. Now the sensual feeling of his breath on your neck, on the other hand, that's really setting off a whole new set of worries and strange thoughts, but at least they're just awkward as opposed to depressing. Still, here you are securely pressed against his body, hind legs sticking out to either side of him...

If he weren't wearing clothes, you'd basically already be...

"Opal? You're doing that breathing thing again, is something wrong?"

Crap! What the hell is wrong with you? This was never a problem with the big loony in the woods, but this is like the third time you've started thinking about... him. Once back at the other house... you even told Zephyr about it... and now twice when you're close to him. This is bad, this is really really bad. Not that the notion of sex in this body was all that awful to you anymore- Zephyr and Autumn took care of that- but sex with a guy, sex with this guy? You know he's open to it and you know he's leaving it up to you...

Ugh, no. You can't let yourself do this. Nevermind how long you've known the guy, if you did anything like that it'd be too much of a commitment to staying here. Also... you've had this sneaking suspicion that if being petted and held was enough to get you to cave and obey the last guy, real intimacy might mess with your head even more. The unspoken commitment such a thing would come with might not even matter if you're only an orgasm away from thinking you love him anyway. Stay strong, don't be Autumn.

"I-it's nothing. I'm fine."

"I'm going to go to bed now, but Seafoam and Orchid can show you around and answer any questions. If you need anything don't hesitate to wake me up, my door is right across from the stairs."

Once again, there's nothing insincere in his voice. No subtle inflection telling you that he doesn't mean it, or that he thinks taking you was a mistake. You know it's pathetic, but the little bits of compassion and patience are so new to you that there's a small but growing sense of attachment, maybe even affection, taking root in you. After a long, stressful day you're finally feeling better about things, enough to think that maybe, just maybe, taking orders from this guy wont be so bad.

"Okay. Have a good night, M-master."

"Good girl. I'm happy you're here, you know. I hope we haven't scared you off yet."

He sets you down between the other two as they spout off their own "good night", and offers each of you a quick pat on the head before trudging up the stairs and out of sight. For a few seconds you're actually a bit excited about exploring the house and trying to figure this guy out while you're at it, but judging by the two sets of radiant eyes pointed straight at you it seems like you're going to be the center of attention for quite some time. You focus on Seafoam, trying to think of something to say that will dispel the lingering awkwardness, but she beats you to the punch with a simple, gentle hug. More warmth and hooves at your side confirm that Orchid has decided to join her. This should be awkward, but there's just something about the body heat of another pony that puts you at ease, maybe something your captor did on purpose to make sure his pleasure toys would be as cuddly with each other as the customer would expect.

"I'm still sorry about before" Seafoam mumbles into your ear "But welcome to Eli's house."

You accept her apology, considering that she's far from the worst offender as far as personal space violations go lately, and allow her and Orchid to lead you on a tour of Eli's cavernous home. Just as promised, all of the bathrooms contain facilities your new anatomy can actually use alongside the normal, human ones and for a moment you really feel as though you might cry about it. Sure you're trotting about on all fours, but this more than anything else makes you feel far more like a person than some peculiar animal, and it's such a happy thought that a small part of you wants to bound into Eli's room and thank him right this second.

A lot of the rooms are apparently unused, or at least inaccessible to the three of you, but the sheer size of the rooms you're being shown fills you with equal parts awe and annoyance. If you thought there was a malevolent bone in Eli's body you'd be frothing at the mouth right now. Here's some wealthy businessman, apparently unable to impress regular women, who used his vast resources to have three people from the impoverished underclass remade to suit his tastes and enslaved into his service!

... Is what you would think if you hadn't already met the guy. You'd worry more about the implications this has for all the other pets out there, but your new found compatriots just lead you into the kitchen. You hang back and let them show you what's what, but when they open some low cabinets and a small minifridge in the corner and start asking what you feel like eating you're just a bit overwhelmed.

"He really lets you feed yourselves?" It sounds much sillier than you thought it would. You already knew this from the earlier conversation, but watching them carefully lift and pull bags of assorted foods with their own hooves or mouths really drives the point home.

"Well yeah, why wouldn't he?" scoffs Orchid through a mouthful of dry breakfast cereal. There's always a note of laughter in her voice so far, meaning either she's mocking you, or more likely she's simply as charming as she seems. You're a bit lost in trying to retort, however, your own face scrunching up a bit as you realize that you've unwittingly become accustomed to being fed whatever your caretaker felt like giving you. Orchid seems to catch this, her own grin faltering a bit in recognition.

"Oh! Right! He's totally a control freak, isn't he? How long were you there being 'trained'?" she asks you in a serious tone, but for the last bit of the question she put her hooves up and bent them in an adorable mockery of quotation fingers.

"I, uh... I think a little under a month? Uh, only two or three weeks as a p-p-pony, though."

"You... weren't changed when you got there?" There's no suspicion in her tone, but the curiosity is clearly there. Ugh, great, now you're going to need to tell them something about how this whole mess happened.

"It's a really long story" You divert, though that's certainly true "and not good mealtime talk, either" you finish lamely, but if you had to tell them the smallest detail about what Charlie wanted, or when you punched poor Zephyr they'd certainly lose their appetite... and probably hate you, too. Eli hasn't heard your origin story either, for that matter. Would lying, or maybe omitting certain elements of the truth... would that be okay?

"I'll take that, but you're telling me the whole story sometime." Chirps orchid, "But yeah, if he's busy or gone on business he'll stock the shelves we can reach. When he's home eating together is a big thing for him, but you can get away with a little snacking here and there."

You're still a little unsure of what's what in the shelves, but Seafoam seems to have that covered herself, as she slides a bowl across the floor with her nose toward you.

"Here, it's oats and some dried berries and fruit." There's an odd maternal tone to her voice, but when her eyes meet yours you get a much clearer 'big sister' vibe. "That's alright, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah! I mean, of course it is, but thank you for getting it for me. I'm still not very good with my ha- uh, hooves."

She cracks a very sweet smile, and saunters a bit closer to you. She called you 'thin' before, but you never really got a sense for it until now. She's not fat, despite what she seems to think, but it seems as though she's just proportionately larger than you are, as though Zephyr's guy decided to shrink down his product a bit at some point between her and you. She's easily got a couple of inches on you height wise, and all of a sudden "big sister" is definitely the right term for it.

"Ha! You'll get pretty good with them eventually. I've had more than a year without thumbs and I get by just fine, feel free to ask for help."

"You might want to reconsider that offer, I'll be asking all the time."

"Then we'll teach you!" she says with a smile "How to get your own food, how to use Eli's stuff. How to prance, dance, and play with the best of us!"

"Uh, did you just say you'll teach me to dance?" you squeak out, gulping ominously before adding "and.. uh, prance?"

Before you know it, she got her forehooves around your neck, and as you're pulled in close her expression fades from the cheery welcome you've been given into something all too familiar. Those half lidded eyes, that cool little smile, that breathy voice...

"Oh, yes, new girl." She whispers into your ear. "He just loves it when we dance for him. Don't you worry Opal, we'll show you every little thing he likes."

Visions of Autumn screaming at you for not loving this enough bubble up in you head as you look very pointedly toward a spot on the ceiling and start stammering. "I w-wasn't really gonna... uh, do, any of that right away, if that's okay."

"Ooh, and if I said it wasn't, would you join him in bed?"

"I... ah, I mean..." you half mumble out, feeling terrified of what she wants and disgusted in equal parts with what she suggested and your imagination running wild with the promise of warm, soft hands touching you... everywhere...

"Sea! Quit freaking her out already, it's getting weird." Chides Orchid, still munching idly on cereal as though this whole scene wasn't playing out. Seafoam's sudden laughter doesn't quite compute for a few seconds when you hear it, and it's not until she releases you backs off a bit that you see a wicked smile on her face and realize she's not serious.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just messing with you. You didn't really think I'd just up and force myself and Eli on you, did you? I'm a pet, not a psychopath."

"Y-yeah, just suddenly doing something like that would be c-crazy..."

"Oh, honey" She coos, face falling a bit "I hope I didn't really bother you! I figured we could bond over jokes..."

The wild mess of colors that constitutes Orchid appears in your field of vision, looking inquisitively at you as you try your best not to look and more stupid than you already must. On the one hand it's great that the idea of pulling something like Autumn might is a silly joke to them, but on the other hand you took it seriously and now you're all kinds of flustered.

"Sea, maybe don't make bedroom jokes for a while." Orchid slowly drawls out, still seemingly lost in thought.

"Well, sure, but Why?"

"Because I think our new housemate is like me. Opal, were you a guy before life got weird?"

This kind of confession shouldn't be shameful, not to these two, both of whom should understand your situation pretty well, but it's still everything you can muster to nod your head in the affirmative and wait to see how they react.

You didn't expect affectionate nuzzling from Orchid, but the simple, kind gesture is exactly what you needed. You can't help but return it in kind, sparing a thought to your friend back at the loony bin as you do.

"Relax, Opal" comes Orchid's melodic voice "I know what's going on in your head right now, but trust me when I say you'll feel much better about it with some more time. Don't worry about Eli, either, he didn't try a thing with me until I started it."

"'Started it'? Honey, she started humping him in her sleep." blurts a still-laughing Seafoam.

"Right, so until you start humping him in your sleep, don't worry about it."

Some small part of you wants to ask how long it took, to get a forecast on how some... ugh, pony in your position can hold out against the suite of urges you've been saddled with, but you've got a sneaking suspicion that you wont like the answer. Better, at least for now, not to know and continue enjoying your evening. You settle down to eat and chat with your new roommates, hopefully new friends, and find yourself in a lengthy discussion of the show. Finally, after an absurdly long day, you feel like you might be able to live here as comfortably as these two.

The night to come, on the other hand...

Opal's First Night

You chat up Seafoam and Orchid for what feels like ages, pleasantly surprised to find that they're actually very normal and  sociable in spite of having only had each other and Eli for company for months. In a way, Seafoam ended up keeping her word  about telling you what Eli likes, though after she and Orchid have given you the run-down about your new provider... your  owner, the three of you manage to shift into silly, superficial things and telling jokes. By the time Seafoam starts yawning  you're honestly at ease with the situation. If these two can be happy pet ponies and still be this normal and funny, it means  you probably can too, even if this body gets the better of you. On the one hand, that's great news and a huge relief. On the  other hand, you've got one less argument against the little voice in the back of your head telling you how good it would feel  to just jump Eli's bones.

You suppose that will be your cross to bear for the time being.

You're not tired in the least, having slept for the latter half of an extremely long car ride, but Seafoam's been yawning  more and more frequently and Orchid's head has been drooping lower and lower for the better part of an hour. You're not  surprised when they decide to call it a night, though you're quite unsure as to what to do with yourself when they do.

"So I guess we're sleeping down here tonight, aren't we?" Orchid murmurs out, eyes mostly closed and body largely limp on the  couch cushions.

"I'm sure we could get into Eli's room if we wanted, but we should probably let him rest. Besides, Opal hasn't seen her bed  yet." Seafoam replies, substantially more chipper sounding were it not for the mid-sentence yawn.

"I... I have a bed?" It's not a particularly stunning thing to think, Eli had plenty of time to prepare for your arrival, but  when you gave up and accepted being someone's pet you kind of assumed you'd given up any right to possessions of your own.  Ultimately "your" bed is still Eli's property the same way you are, you suppose, but it's awfully nice of him to have gone to  the trouble. Your new compatriots are staring at you like you've grown another head for what must be the fifth time tonight,  though.

"Of course you do, Opal. Why wouldn't you?" Orchid chirps out, looking vaugley incredulous at your question.

"N-nevermind, I'm just being weird again. Can I see it?"

They share a look and a smile at your strange naivete, but otherwise they let it slide without making fun of you. You still  can't quite wrap your head around having a bed of your own, and your imagination runs wild for a few seconds as Orchid and  Seafoam lead you around a corner into small alcove created by bookshelves and couches...

To a trio of colorful, basket-shaped plush dog beds on the floor. Okay... maybe you got your hopes up a bit too high. It was  a bit much to assume you'd get a mattress or anything specifically human out of this, but you can't help but feel insulted  despite sleeping on loose piles of large pillows in the basement you'd been kept in. They waste no time in settling into two  of the beds, but it's not until they do that you realize that the beds and blankets are color coded for each of them. Reds  and yellows all over the bed Orchid's curling up into, and a blue-and-white wave pattern covers the blanket Seafoam is  rearranging with her mouth at the moment.

The empty one, clearly meant for you, features black and purple over every inch of it, along with a very, very soft looking  gray blanket folded neatly in the middle, clearly brand new. You're not sure whether you should feel like you're being  patronized here or if the rush of warmth to your cheeks and the strange feeling in your chest should win out and the flattery  should take precedence. He took the time to find something that would "suit" you, as part of a clear effort to make you feel  welcome... comfortable... wanted. The feeling in your chest is troublesome in its implications, that rush of excitement like  getting a valentine's present unexpectedly... with all of the accompanying intent.

Sure, just like your coat it makes you seem like some goth girl gone mad, but no one's given you a gift of any kind let alone  a thoughtful, sincere looking one in years. He can't have known it when he bought these things, but Eli is absolutely  wreaking havoc on your emotions right now.

Orchid's head emerges from under a stunningly red blanket with the same look of amusement and maybe a bit of nostalgia, you  realize, and stares at you for a couple of seconds before breaking the silence. "So, do ya like it or what?"

"I... I really do. He got this just for me?"

"Honey, you're in for a few more of these surprises soon. He absolutely loves buying us stuff, and you'll be no exception."

"S-surprises like what?"

"If I told you they'd hardly be surprises. Relax, little sister, nothing you need to worry about." She teases, before her  head retreats back under the blanket with a mumbled "G'night."

Seafoam, apparently satisfied that the blanket is positioned correctly, picks up where her compatriot left off.

"I'm glad you like your bed, Opal. If you need anything, you can wake me right up."

"T-thanks, but I'm sure I'll be fine. Do you guys really sleep with the lights on, though?"

"Oh, of course not! Watch this." Seafoam extends both forelegs to either side, then swings them both together in rapid  succession, and the lights go out at once.

"He got you guys a clapper thing for the lights?"

"Yeah! We call it 'the clopper'!"

"Sounds dirty."

"Only a little. Goodnight, Opal."

"Goodnight, Seafoam."

Aside from some shuffling noises as Seafoam makes herself comfortable, the room is perfectly quiet as you unfold the just- as-soft-as-it-looked blanket and settle onto "your" new bed. It's no surprise that it's as heavenly as a dog bed could ever  be, plush and soft and warm, with enough room to spread out a bit, though you follow Orchid's lead in curling up against the  elevated ring along the outside and covering yourself with the blanket. You revel in the comfort of it all for longer than  you can keep track of, but having slept the day away in Eli's car means that now you're still wide awake and alone with your  thoughts.

Being alone in your own head is historically not the best move, and tonight is no exception. You're too awake and without  anything to focus on the nagging sense of anxiety you've been living with crawls back into the fore. There's nothing to worry  about! Eli is incredibly, impossibly nice to you! His ponies are funny and friendly and call you "little sister"! There's  nothing to be freaking out over so now you're just left with this broad, existential sense of worry about your life.  Eventually twitchy restlessness gets the better of you and with care not to wake either of your new friends you slink out of  the living room, pausing to figure out that the odd squeaking noises you've been hearing are, in fact, some kind of too-cute  snoring coming from Seafoam's bed.

So here you are, awake in a strange house at... 3:30 in the morning, too wired to sleep and with no idea what to do with  yourself in the meantime. You help yourself to a bit of water from a pony-height faucet in the kitchen, another little  amenity that Eli has seen fit to bless you with, but beyond that you're at a loss for what to do besides worry about how  helpless you are and feel bad about how the world is moving right along without you, because you weren't contributing  anything anyway. You end up wandering around, eventually finding a large window with a decent view of the night sky for you  to stare out.

The moon and stars are brilliant tonight, but you're not really taking any of it in, still going around in circles trying to  figure out why you're so nervous. You're alone in a big, unfamiliar place and not sure about where your life is headed and  you're homesick for places that you'll never be able to go back to... but you've made your peace with all that! So what is so  wrong with you that you can't just relax? You've been axiously kneading your forehooves on the floor in front of your,  becoming gradually aware of a discomfort not just in the joint you're putting pressure on, but a strange new sensation of  pressure.

Your eyes dart down to your forehooves as the pressure sensation becomes much, much sharper, developing into an unfamiliar  pain. Augh, what's going on? It feels like someone's closing a vice on your fingers!

Wait, fingers?!

Your anxiety blossoms into a bewildered fear as you realize the sensation is like slamming a car door onto your fingers. All  of them, five on each limb, and you can feel each of them! Your eyes can confirm that it's just not the case, though. There  on the end of your freakish little forelegs are two useless lumps of whatever fingernails are made of, but you swear you can  feel them there, wriggling in a new kind of crushing agony. The cognitive dissonance is getting to be just too much, and  you're not ashamed of the low whimpering noises that escape from your muzzle, or the tears that fight their way loose from  your eyes.

Something is wrong. Terribly, painfully wrong. Is it the nanomachines? Did that loony in the mountains screw something up?  You'll be like this for hours before you can even get to him! You can't go to a hospital! Oh no, oh no, oh no.

The sound of a door opening somewhere upstairs calls you out of your painful fugue state, and ginger hoofsteps carry you  toward the stairs with a frightened urgency. You don't call out to him, afraid of waking the whole house and having to  explain yourself like a child having a bad dream, no matter how serious the situation is. As you begin to ascend you can hear  the sounds of water running and realize that Eli must have gone to the bathroom, and the sudden light from that very bathroom  door opening makes you duck low to the stairs, as though you've been caught doing something you shouldn't. You shouldn't be  afraid of him, you need him!

Your whimpering betrayed you, though, and a disheveled, half-awake Eli peers into the darkness for a few confused seconds  before speaking aloud.

"Opal, what're you doing up at this hour?"

It takes a few deep breaths before you can put a sentence together, and there's an ashamed urgency in your voice as you whine  out "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a both-"

"Opal, what's wrong?" The pain in your voice must have been all he needed, his voice at once perking up to something  resembling wakefulness.

"M-m-my fingers hurt!"

"Your what?"

"I know how stupid that sounds and I don't have any but I swear I can feel them and they hurt!" Your voice cracks on that  last syllable, you're now full-on crying in front of him, at like four in the morning with ridiculous, impossible pain.

"It's okay, I believe you" he coos, lifting you off the stairs and carrying you in both arms into his bedroom. You find  yourself being rocked back and forth on his lap while he hurriedly dials his phone and curses repeatedly as the calls ring  their way through to a voice mail until finally, on the sixth call, someone picks up. There's a familiar, grumpy sounding  voice on the other end, and you're more relieved than you ever thought you'd be to hear Zephyr's master, even if it's  unintelligible to you. Eli wastes no time on pleasantries, with concern evident to an extreme degree in his voice.

"Opal is telling me her fingers hurt!"

What follows is an apparently very long-winded explanation on the other end, with Eli only giving attentive grunts as he  listens to what you hope are instructions to fix you. For good friends you wouldn't have expected Eli to sound so terse as he  hangs up the phone with "If this doesn't work I'm bringing her to you."

Eli drops the phone unceremoniously and at once uses that hand to stroke your mane. "Okay sweetie, I'm gonna try something to  make it stop, but you've gotta believe that this is all in your head, okay?"

All he gets is a desperate head shake yes and more desperate little whining noises. Your invisible, nonexistent fingers are  still being crushed, you'll agree to anything if it will just go away!

"Alright Opal, close your eyes for me and keep them shut, okay?"

You've complied before he even finished the sentence, now only seconds from screaming. It's getting worse! Why is it getting  worse?! Eli turns you around to face forward with him and leans you back against his chest. You can feel his arms moving  around, but don't dare open your eyes to see what he's doing lest you somehow ruin it.

"Okay, deep breaths, with me. In and out, slowly. In. Out. In. Out."

This is stupid! Nevertheless you do as your would-be Master instructs, timing your own breaths to match the rise and fall of  his chest against your back.

"Okay, now think about those fingers. Hold your forelegs up in front and imagine your fingers. Got it?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, now make a fist, and then release it. In and out, just like the breathing, okay?"

"Mmm!"

"Alright, honey. Now fist. Now release. Okay?"

"Please, it hurts..."

"Now open your eyes."

When you do, you're shocked to find a pair of human arms in front of you, hands clenching and un-clenching in time with your  breathing. For a few seconds it's all you can do to cry and keep breathing with him, but his voice keeps you on task.

"See, fist open, fist closed. Just like that. Keep going now."

Eli's carefully positioned hands open and close in perfect time with your shared breathing, and in perfect time with you  doing much the same with your imaginary hands. It takes several minutes of this repetition to reduce your pain down to that  awkward pressure from before, and then finally to see it gone all together. It takes several minutes after that for you to  stop crying into his shoulder while he holds you.

"Wha.. What was that?"

"Apparently its happened to a few other ponies before. Phantom limbs, just like an amputee. I'm sorry that it happened to  you."

"Is it gonna happen again?"

"Maybe. We'll just keep doing that when it does, and I'm told they go away after a little while."

You offer him the sincerest "Thank you, Master" you've ever said, hugging him with your useless, but pain-free, limbs and  turning as if to get off his bed and go back to yours when a pair of arms scoop you back up. You find yourself held against  him, big and warm, facing forward as the "little spoon".

"C-can't I go back d-downstairs?"

"Nope. What if it happens again? You're staying right here with me, little lady."

Any further objections you may have had are handily dealt with in the form of an elaborate scalp massage with one hand. The  other one is looped around the narrowest point of your waist, holding you tight against him as he curls up around you a bit.  He looked afraid earlier, when he didn't know what was causing your pain, and not in the detached way of a person afraid for  their property. He was afraid for you. No matter what you'd like to think, he really, really does care and it makes you happy  in ways you didn't think were possible. You're uncomfortable with what this means for you, and him, and your life here. You  are also very, very comfortable physically, and his body heat and ongoing petting finally lull you to sleep.

When you finally wake up sometime in the early afternoon you find Orchid snuggled up to your other side, and the small, too- cute squeaking noises coming from behind your big spoon seem to indicate that Seafoam found her way up here as well. They're  going to be absolutely brutal with jokes at your expense once you're all awake, but they've got every right to considering it  only took you a few hours to end up in his bed for one reason or another. Eli's arms are still wrapped around you, providing  warmth and comfort and safety in ways you wouldn't have believed yesterday morning. The last time you woke up in a man's arms  you had a panic attack and nearly fled into the woods. This time you cuddle a bit deeper. You won't act like you're totally  alright with living here in the long-term for a couple more weeks, just to keep up appearances, maybe get treated extra nice  while he still thinks you've got a trump card. In all honesty, though, you know that if you ever go back to the house Zephyr  lives in, it'll be because your Master brought you along for a visit.

From now on, you're Opal. And all things considered that's probably the best way things could have turned out.

Opal's First Day

As much as you'd like to say that after your night in Eli's bed you got right down to it and tried to really befriend these new people... or, um, person and ponies... you were supposed to spend your life with, you just couldn't. Too much stress yesterday and too little sleep last night caught up to you hard, and you barely made it through breakfast without nodding off (as though giving yogurt to the likes of you wasn't already messy enough.)

Even Eli noticed it when he was dabbing off your muzzle with a cloth, as if that weren't already embarrassing enough. Still, where Zephyr's guy would've mocked you, your guy - still very weird to think of him like that - only smiles a bit, rests a hand atop your head and asks if you'd like to rest with him for a bit.

Your agreement is as enthusiastic as you can make it, and while Seafoam and Orchid seem disappointed at your lack of energy they still follow along behind him as the four of you make your way through his labyrinth home. The sudden blinding light of the mid-morning sun is hardly welcome without warning, but once your eyes adjust and the rough silhouettes of your companions move along ahead of you you're able to a get decent view of an incredibly lush garden. The humidity and the sound of running water is quite unexpected until a look up reveals that you're not outside at all! The sun shines in through glass panels on all sides save the wall of the house proper, and you can't help but scowl when you realize you're in a private greenhouse, visibly overgrown with tropical-looking plants and flowers around inlaid stone paths and the odd artificial stream.

What on earth does Eli do for a living that he can afford all of this? And why spend so much on all this luxury, and three involuntary transformed and subjugated people, when he seems so down-to-earth in behavior and speaking style? Eli closes the door behind you once you clear the threshold into the greenhouse before reaching a hand down to your mane, scratching lightly before speaking.

"So this is my quiet place to relax. Do you like it?"

His tone is so self-assured, you know he expects you to be awestruck... and of course you are! This greenhouse looks big enough to hold an olympic swimming pool, and he's filled it with a tiny chunk of paradise! Orchid and Seafoam are already dashing off into the brush, apparently free to roam off the laid paths. As cool as it is though, it just seems so excessive...

"It's amazing... But this must have cost so much money to build just for you and Orchid and Sea..."

"Not as much as you'd think, really."

"B-but still! You could've fed hungry people! Or vaccinated children! Or... or..."

Words fail you when you look up at him, perhaps more angry than you should've been, to find him looking at you with an expression you can't quite place. The sudden rush of fear that you've offended him is more instinct than logic, though your mind is quick to conceive of punishments for your insolence or harsh words coming your way for being "ungrateful". You had already realized that from now on you were going to have to depend on him for everything you need to live... but the realization that he could just as easily make your life a living hell hadn't really come in force yet.

This sudden terror is what flings you to the ground beneath your hooves, head bowed low and eyes shut as you grovel at his feet. You're ashamed of yourself for doing it, but you're begging for foregiveness before he even has time to speak.

"I'm sorry! I won't talk back like that again, please don't me angry! I w-wasn't thinki- eh?"

Your sudden, confused silence is the result of him laying a finger across the front of your muzzle, already kneeling for better eye contact. A hand returning to the top of your head to tousle your mane is your first sign that he's probably not that mad, and the words that follow only serve to remind you that jumping to conclusions never really works out for you.

"I'm not mad at you, Opal. If I wanted a pet that didn't think I could've just adopted a cat, you know."

"I, uh... You know your friend in the woods would never have let me get away with that, right?"

"I'm not my friend. I suppose you must've come from some hard times, then? This must all seem stupid to someone who struggled with the basics."

"Y-yeah. Really hard times. Living on cheap frozen vegetables. Going from that to this... it's really strange. If you don't mind my asking, what do you do that earned you all this?"

"I'm in finance. Also... a lot of this is an inheritance. I had to earn it first by proving myself in the field, but once I had and my father passed suddenly I had an actual fortune."

"So you used your dad's money to buy me?"

"And the others. Those disgraceful "little girl horses" he almost wrote me out of the will over, bought with his money and living in his old house. I think it's pretty funny."

"You didn't like you father much, did you?"

"I liked him just fine, but I wanted a pony and he can't mock me from beyond the grave, so here you lot are. Now come on, you still need a nap and I need to check some numbers."

You have no idea what he means by "check some numbers", especially considering that you're currently in a private chunk of rainforest, and as you follow along behind him taking in eyefuls of gorgeous floral colors and lush greenery the thought occurs that you know about as much about his job and how he does it as a dog would about it's owner's business. It's hardly pleasant to think of yourself as being so uselessly dumb compared to the likes of him, but financial talk about stocks or bonds or whatever always flew clear over your head, and it would seem that is his business. Still, you suppose anyone with a similar level of business acumen to yourself wouldn't be able to provide for you very well at all. The vision of your old apartment flashes before your eyes, now with an unfamiliar stranger sharing his box mac n' cheese with you.

Yeeeaaah, no.

You follow Eli to what seems to be the center of the greenhouse, and discover a small clearing with a large lawn bench in the center, set up to swing between the posts it hangs from. A few feet away is a simple little plastic table that Eli wastes no time in approaching, picking up a sleek, glossy tablet computer before setting himself down on one half of the bench. You try your best to contain yourself when he taps the space beside him twice, inviting you to join him up there. Sure, he'll probably be working most of the time, but the occasional hand reaching down to skritch at your mane while you nap in a tropical paradise is a wonderful prospect, enough of one that he smiles a bit wider at the involuntary perking of your ears and tail.

The bench swinging as you try to clamber up almost topples you, but thankfully you're able to pull yourself up before making a scene. He's been watching you regardless, and once you've sat back on your haunches he chuckles for a second before apologizing.

"I should've helped you, but I forgot that you're too new to have Orchid or Seafoam's grace. They just jump up."

"Yeah, if I try to jump up you'll be too busy helping me with my nosebleed to get any work done."

"Maybe my work is really important. Maybe I throw a towel at you and tell you to keep pressure on it."

"Hmph. Some Master you'd be then."

The look he gives you in one of surprised laughter, but as his hand settles atop your it shifts into something else entirely. Is that fondness? A kind of adoration?

M-maybe he likes you?

"I've never had a pony give me a guilt trip before. I'll try to live up your expectations. You know I was kidding, right?"

"Last night you sat up with me to help me get over my ridiculous brain problems. Of course you were kidding." You reply with a healthy bit of jest before setting your forelegs down on the bench. You'd originally intended to lie down beside him, but you got your measurements a bit wrong. You only realize that once your head is nearly situated in his lap, though you're able to scoot an inch or two back before his hand guides you the rest of the way down. Using his thigh as a pillow is actually pretty alright, much softer than the other guy's thigh, and the fingers rubbing small circles through your mane make it doubly lovely. The tablet ends up resting on his other thigh, his free hand tapping away while you zone out. You can see Orchid through some of the brush in front of the bench, reared up on her hind legs to lean against a tree. There's something in her mouth, and as far as you can tell she's fiddling with a strange looking bird feeder hanging from a low branch. There aren't any birds in here as far as you can see, but you decide to put off asking what's going on over there until you're not so wonderfully comfortable.

Every now and again Eli will say something to himself about whatever it is he's working on, and you're pretty content to ignore it while you fade in and out of sleep, briefly coming to every time his free hand starts or stops petting you. There comes a point, probably sometime around noon, where the greenhouse is simply too bright to remain asleep. By then you feel well rested enough to actually face the day, Eli turning to face you with a smile as you stretch your neck and yawn.

"Enjoy your nap?"

"Mhm, Yes sir! How's your work?"

"Looking pretty good. Just made some new investments! This seems like it could be a winner down the road, right?"

He excitedly holds the screen up in front of you, and while that's most certainly a line graph, some numbers, and the odd bit of actual English, it's an otherwise indecipherable fact sheet. Admitting that you can't make heads or tails of it would be a bit shameful... but using this to play for more attention could net you profit! ... of a sort. You look away from the screen, back up towards him, and wordlessly tilt your head to the left, flicking your left ear as you do, keeping your face as neutral as possible despite your desire to laugh. Is imitating a confused dog too much? It's degrading, but then again self-deprecating humor is really what you're best at...

His face falters, apparently taking a few seconds to put two and two together before he starts to laugh. The tablet gets put back down before he settles his hands on either side of your face.

"You're adorable, you know that? Though not much for picking stocks I take it?"

"Well, uh, no. To be honest I used to work in a convenience store..."

"You don't need to say it like that was a bad thing. You were gainfully employed and keeping your head above water. The guy who made you cute couldn't even say that for a while."

"Y-you're giving me too much credit... I wasn't above water at all. More like drowning."

"Poor thing. Well, it's in the past now, so cheer up! Now, I don't know about you, but I could use a little exercise. Let's find the others and move along, shall we?"

And off you go, following his lead as he searches for your companions. Seafoam is sitting by an artfully built artificial pond staring into it pretty intently, and though at first you wanted to make a joke about her apparent spacing out a sudden splash a few feet ahead of her shuts you right up.

Eli chuckles to himself again when you mutter "Oh no way." and pick up your pace to a quick trot ahead of him to water's edge. The water is clear and laden with aquatic plants just as lovely as everything else in here, but the explanation for the splashing comes swimming right up to you, apparently attracted by your shadow. Gazing up at you from within are half a dozen colorful fish, delightful to behold but still insulting to your sensibilities, bringing your scowl right back. Seafoam speaking up perks your ears back up from their annoyed fold, and you look back up to find her putting a few items in a small bin with her hooves.

"What, you don't like koi? I raised them myself, you know!"

"Wait, *you* raised them?"

"Well, yeah. Eli said they'd be too much work for him to bother with, so I promised I'd take care of them."

"But... but you're a pet."

"Which is awesome. Your point?"

"You're a pet with pets."

"Oh, right, Eli used to joke about that too. Think of it like a reverse food chain. He feeds me and I feed them."

"And no one gets eaten."

"Now you've got it!"

"Still, though. He bought you fish? Just 'cause you asked?"

A finger arrives unseen behind one of your ears and begins to scratch as Eli steps into your field of vision and begins to do the same for Seafoam, the conversation pausing for a moment while that most enjoyable sensation overcomes both of you.

"Of course I bought her the fish. Sure, she needs me to help if the filter needs cleaning or the pump stops working, but otherwise the whole thing is her responsibility. Besides, Opal, how do you expect to enjoy life all cooped up with the likes of me without a few hobbies?"

"I haven't really thought about it... To be honest since I woke up like this I've just kinda been focusing on putting one foot- ah. One hoof in front of the other. That and I figured you'd be petting me, mostly."

"You're sweet," He leads in, shifting his finger to lightly scratch beneath your jaw. Ooh, this is a new one, you'd be purring like a kitten if you could. "But you should probably think about something I can give you to keep you fulfilled and sane. Fulfilled, remember. Not the same as being entertained."

"So no video games?"

"Oh, I didn't say that. But I'd like you to pick something real, that you can put your mind to and physically work on."

Well, he didn't outright forbid the vidya, and that's a good sign. Granted, without fingers you're not gonna be much for the shooter scene anymore, but there's bound to be something you can play. He wants you to pick a hobby off the top of your head, though... You miss that beat up old guitar back at your apartment, but by now that poor old girl is probably in the trash with the rest of your stuff...

But you weren't any good when you had fingers, and now you don't even have them...

"I don't know what I'd pick, Master..."

You'd like to continue wondering what you want, but calling him "Master" automatically, being as lost in thought as you were, unsettles you a little. Seafoam and Orchid call him by name, and you've even been trying to... but that guy in the woods really does his job well, so in your head you guess he'll always be "Master". Still, this one doesn't seem to want you around just so he can make you submit, he even wants you to have activities of your own... a kind of life! If you thought it was anything but sincere, you'd swear it was a devious plot on his part, because granting you little pieces of personhood the way he's offering to is probably going to make you a much better pet.

"Take your time. We can even do a little research later if you like."

The thought of "doing research together" is more tempting than you'd like it to be, conjuring visions of a seat in his lap while he googles things for you. Mm! Lots of petting to be had there. You know Zephyr's guy apparently told Eli you'd be "a cuddler" if he could calm you down... does that mean you're abnormally needy even for a mutant little horse? You were pretty lonely before being turned... maybe you're just that desperate for physical contact? Sad.

Your sad little self-loathing session ends abruptly when Orchid emerges from some nearby brush, for a moment looking every bit like the tropical flower she's been named for.

"I thought I heard voices over here. Are we leaving?"

Eli replies in the affirmative, though no one goes anywhere right away as Orchid heads directly over to you and Sea, nuzzling each of you in turn before turning to you.

"Like the greenhouse? It's my favorite place."

"It's incredible... and I guess it suits you, doesn't it?"

"It should! Apparently he only got it in his head to buy a pony as garish as me from sitting in here."

"You're not garish! Just, uh, unique."

"You're sweet, Hon. If you can believe it I'm actually toned way down from my OC, the guy who turned us thought it'd be cruel to oversaturate me."

"That's his idea of cruel?"

"Well, think about it. If you're gonna be a pony you at least wanna be able to look in the mirror without cringin'."

All there is to do is giggle in response, high and feminine where there used to be a little baritone chuckle. You really do like Orchid, though. Kinda like Zephyr, she gets you without having to try. Maybe there's a camraderie in both having been male prior to being slender, admittedly cute, female ponies, but you'd like to think it's her sense of humor.

"So, uh, I know Seafoam has her fish. Earlier I saw you fiddling with some kinda bird feeder? Do you have pets in here too?"

"Not quite a bird feeder. Eli, can I show her?"

Your owner agrees with a smile, and by now you're wondering if there's any reasonable request he'd refuse. With instructions to meet him at the door when you're done Orchid leads you along a new path through a wire-frame arch covered in flowering vines... morning glories, you think?

"So he bought you as a garden accessory?"

"Sorta. I'm not going to lie, when he told me that at first I was worried he meant for me to live in here. I mean, it's really nice and all but it would be, I dunno, like being a zoo animal or something."

"Heh, wouldn't Seafoam have her own fake beach if that were true?"

"And you'd have a belfry, you batty little thing. By the way, does having those cat eyes affect your vision?"

"I'm not sure, honestly. I can't tell if my night vision is any better, but bright light seems harder to adjust to, though."

"You should ask for a hat or something."

"I suppose I could... it still seems weird to me."

"Having to ask?"

"No, getting it at all."

"I know you said you were in the woods with our first Master for a while, but don't tell me you forgot about being able to acquire goods."

"Like I told Eli earlier, I was on strictly survival spending for a long time. If I wanted a hat, well, that could just as easily buy a full day's worth of food, you know."

The long walk around seemingly every corner of the greenhouse finally ends when you reach another small clearing, a young tree in the center. It occurs to you as you look around that Orchid could have brought you here in a fraction of the time she took taking the long way... she just wanted to talk to you. You're glad for it, these little efforts on her part to get to know you. The tree is vibrant beyond compare, though you don't remember it being as colorful as it looks now.

It's not until one of them flutters off it's perch over to the "bird feeder" you'd mistakenly identified that you realize it's an ordinary tree, here and there peppered with butterflies attracted to whatever is in the hanging piece of plastic Orchid had been messing with earlier.

"They can get by alright on just the flowers in here for a bit, but I prefer to give them a little something every day. You should come by here later today when they're more active."

"You keep butterflies?"

"Sea gets her koi, so I wanted something to brighten this place up other than myself."

"No fair, the both of you have themed pets. I don't even want a bat!"

"I liked butterflies before being turned, I'll have you know. Now I have the time and resources for them."

"You're both doing so well with them, too... what if I screw up what I pick?"

"Try, try again, little sister. You've got nothing but time to get it right. So... besides suddenly thinking you had fingers last night, are you liking it here?"

"You know, I never thought I'd be so unhappy about feeling my hands again. It's all very surreal, this money and his attitude and you two being so nice. At least back at the place in the woods I could focus on what I'd lost. This place... I'm either worried there's a catch or that maybe I died that night and this is some kinda fucked-up afterlife. It doesn't seem real."

"There's no catch as far as I know. Eli's too nice for his own good. I imagine if he'd picked out one of the ponies I shared the basement playroom with he'd have paid to let them go. Tearful and angry about being turned, you know? He wouldn't be able to deal with it."

"I was like that. Weren't you?"

"Me? Quite the opposite. I was a little freaked out at first, and who isn't, but when the big guy with the domination fetish came in and explained things to us I ended up surprising him. Apparently not many ponies tearfully thank him for taking them away, he didn't really know what to make of me. Everything is such a big deal with him, too, it got annoying. I don't need a lecture about the collar, just put it on me so we can go for a walk."

"So you liked being a pet?"

"I liked leaving my life behind and having a body I didn't hate. That it happened to involve collars and leashes and warming a guy's lap... it's a good deal in my book. You're clearly made your peace with it, little miss snuck-up-to-Eli's-bed."

"Hey! I told you that was a real medical probl-" You stop suddenly, Orchid's head turning as she laughed had revealed something far more amusing to you.

"Yes?"

"There's a, well, one of them is kinda sitting on your mane."

Sure enough, a lone butterfly has wandered away from the area around the feeder and has settled on the back of Orchid's mane, looking like a particularly delicate hairpiece on the top of her yellow strands.

"Oh, yeah, they do that. I must look like a flower to them. Color scheme's everything, y'know."

Orchid lightly shaking her head and waving a hoof nowhere near the actual insect is enough to scare the little thing into the air, a satisfied little hum coming out of your compatriot's muzzle as it does before she turns to you and starts laughing as it settles on the tip of your nose, dominating your vision. A quick snort from you convinces it that you're not a good thing to sit on, either, and it sets off back toward the tree.

"Good, they like you. Now, we've probably kept Eli waiting. C'mon."

The two of you waste no time getting back to Eli, Orchid navigating low brush with an ease that surprises you, and while you've nowhere near her agility you're at least able to keep her tail in sight long enough to end up back at the door to the house, Where Eli is kneeling over Seafoam, upside-down on her back and with a look of complete and utter contentment while he rubs her belly. While you certainly wouldn't have traded your bonding time with Orchid for anything, there's a pang of jealousy you're hard-pressed to ignore. Eli perks right back up to open the door, with Seafoam rising a bit groggily to her hooves as though she'd been asleep. Oh, dammit, maybe later you can get him to do that to you without too much fuss...You'd been ready for another winding trip through the bafflingly large house... or maybe it's time to abandon modesty and call it a mansion? To your surprise the destination for "exercise" appears to be just down the hallway, through a door you passed on the way to the greenhouse. The shock of the greenhouse having already jaded you quite a bit, the smell of chlorine gives your destination away before you've even rounded the corner. Sure enough there's a pool in here, shielded by glass panes from the outside in a manner rather similar to the greenhouse itself. Looking around  now you're able to gather that the pool is nestled in the center of a "U" shape made by the rest of the building, the glass surrounding you, along with the greenhouse, clearly later extensions to an old building. Is this the power of what they call "old money"? You'd always assumed it was a pop-culture artifact, something that used to exist but kept getting referred to... maybe you need to revisit that assumption.

The sound of hooves on tile and war-cry yell is followed by Orchid and Seafoam throwing themselves into the water with gusto, emerging from beneath seconds later with an off sort of doggie-paddle getting them around without any apparent danger. You look around the room for Eli, and while you do spot him you end up turning away as quickly as you can, considering that he is currently changing into swim trunks. An eyeful of man-butt is strange enough, the last thing you need right now is an eyeful of his bait & tackle... it might end up being less awkward and more, er, tempting, and that's gotta be avoided. You make your way toward the shallow end of the pool, head stiffly turned to face anywhere but Eli, watching your "sisters" splash about with an impressive amount of speed. Clearly they've got practice.

As curious as you are to see how they're swimming so well, arriving at water's edge and looking in at the submerged stairs leading into the shallow end causes you foreleg to retreat a little. Even the shallow end looks like it would be over your head if you sank, and as far as ways to die go "drowned in the shallow end" is not one you'd like to experience. You're barely coordinated enough to get out of bed, swimming seems more and more hazardous by the minute.

It's this mindset that causes you to yelp embarrassingly loud when Eli grabs you from behind, rests you against his chest, and carries you with him into the water. Before you've even managed to stutter out a thing he's already cleared the steps you could have comfortably stood on without drowning and brought you into water that would be above your head.

"Wait! Wait hang on please bring me back to the step!"

"You're not scared of a little water, are you?"

"No! I'm scared of drowning because I don't know how to swim with hooves."

"Right, so I'm gonna be right here until you learn."

"O-oh... You're sure there's nothing in the water that'll ruin my coat or mane?"

"I'm sure, we went through that with Seafoam once. I use much gentler chemicals now."

Wait, why did you even ask him that? The only three people who're ever gonna see it even if you do get bleached for a while are him and his other pets. You don't need to look good... Who are you trying to impress? You quietly admonish yourself for worrying about your appearance, still fretting that it's somehow a feminine thing and you're losing your gender identity but also fretting that worrying about your coat has nothing to do with femininity and connecting the two might make you a sexist.

While you're off in Opal's la-la land of anxiety, which you're sure didn't sound as nice with your old name attached to it, Eli begins to slowly lower you into the pool. He does so very, very slowly and you're lost as to why until you realize that you're squirming more and more as parts of your fur come in contact with the water, and he's just enjoying the show. You'd like that to bother you, but that rush of blood to your cheeks as you blush invisibly under your dark fur is less embarrassment and more... well... excitement. He keeps his hands at your side, still offering support once you're in up to your neck.

"There. Not so bad, is it?"

You look back up at him, embarrassed by his tone, but his small smile is too infectious, his eyes just beaming out charm, so it's hard not to crack a smi-"

Oh shit it's him. He's the one you want to impress. Oh hell, you were hoping you could coast through the rest of your natural life without ending up like Zephyr, but that's not looking too good now.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a kid... You know I have issues."

"I think you're getting better. You aren't hiding behind furniture anymore."

"...Well, no, you're right, I'm not. You're not as frightening as I imagined you."

"Oh? And what do you think of me now?"

He's fishing for a compliment, but theres an element of seriousness to his tone, he's clearly got your "return policy" in mind. Well, why not just tell him the truth? It's the highest praise you've got, honestly.

"I think you're kind. Last night I told you a silly, impossible thing was causing me pain and you believed me without hesitation. You worried about me, and not just 'cause you dropped a fat wad of cash buying me. I can tell."

"Why, little pony, it sounds like you might even like me." His tone of mock-surprise is one of pure jest, but his eyes still betray him, because you can see how pleased he is at hearing that.

This is flirting. It took you this long to figure it out, why this feels so easy, so giddy, so strange, but you're actually quite sure that's what is going on here. He's flirting with you because he thinks the worrywart bat-pony is cute. You're flirting back because....

...Because he bought you? Because you need him? Because he's good at calming you down?

...Because his eyes are his best feature...?

Oh crap... you're flirting back because you think the big guy is cute, too.

It's not like there's anything to do about it now, you suppose. You can freak out and demand to be brought back to the house in the woods... but you don't want that.

"I think it sounds that way too. You got that wrong by the way."

"Hm?"

"I'm not just "little pony". Aren't I "Your little pony", Master?"

You really wish you weren't so pleased with yourself for saying that aloud. You knew coming here was probably a one-way trip, and once you arrived you were pretty confident about having won some kind of karmic lottery, but you didn't think you'd like him so quickly!

You're pulled back out of the water for a hug, still sopping wet and pressed against his chest. While he murmurs "only if you want to be." into your ear. While you're sorely tempted to ruin the moment by motorboating his small but still present man-boobs you'd rather just go on being hugged. Your wet cuddling transforms into extremely embarrassing swimming lessons from him with occasional input from Seafoam or Orchid as they race laps around the pool.

As it turns out, swimming in this body is exactly what it seemed; an awkward doggy-paddle that suffices to keep your neck above water. Orchid and Seafoam seem to have built up quite a lot of endurance at this, but your occasional mistakes and near-dunkings mean that you stick to the shallower end of the pool, having learned that the water allows you to "stand" on your rear hooves if need be. It's an extremely awkward position to hold yourself in, and realizing that it's as close as you'll probably ever get to your old human posture makes it vaguely humiliating.

Still, it's very good exercise, and before too long Orchid and Sea join you in the shallows for a splash fight and a bit of roughhousing, all while Eli makes up for lost time with his laps. Finally, there comes a time when everyone is good and tired you're quite happy to drag yourself back onto dry land for a quick shower under a faucet in the corner to wash the pool chemicals away, then waiting your turn for Eli to dry you off after the other two. You end up waiting for a while for him to get done with both of them, Taking the time to tie back Orchid's long mane into a loose ponytail and brush Seafoam's little bob-cut to wavy perfection. Oh lord, your owner is going to want to do that with you too, isn't he?

"Alright Opal, let's get you dried off before you catch a cold or something."

You're grateful for his concern, and once you're toweled off and feeling better you learn that Zephyr's guy made a big mistake. If he had walked into that playroom with a brush you would've been putty in his hands from day one. It's covered in short bristles that send shivers down your spine with every stroke along your fur, and Eli seems to delight in your dopey-looking smile as he pampers you. Once he's finally satisfied that every inch of fur you've got has felt such unmitigated bliss he moves onto your mane and tail with a hairdryer before beginning to play with them, brushing and combing them this way and that and sometimes stopping to look you over from different angles.

"Hmm, I think you'd look best with some structure... maybe a spray or a light gel. It could stand to get a little shorter, too."

Oh no, he really means to do your hair. You can't help but retreat from him a little, suddently feeling too much like a life-sized pony toy to be comfortable. He picks up on it, of course, watching you side-step away from him as though he'll give you cooties.

"Not big on mane styling, I take it?"

"N-not really, no. I-if you're going to do stuff to it I want a say, too."

"Of course you get a say in it. Later on you and I can sit down with a mirror and find something you like."

"This... isn't optional, is it?"

"No? C'mon, it'll feel nice enough to be worth your while even before we find a good look for you."

Ah, hell. You already had to get used to the other guy insisting on brushing your mane into shape from time-to-time to keep you presentable, now this one wants to make you sit there while he does it up. You don't like long hair! If you hadn't had much bigger issues at the time getting this thing cut down to size would have been priority one. Seafoam's got the right idea, but Orchid's super-long mane looks like hell to you. Oh god, what if he thinks you'd look good like that?

... Well... what if he does think you'd look good like that? If he thinks a certain cut or styling is the cutest, you should at least consider it, right? You've spent too much time in ponymaker games or with photoshop messing with manes to pretend you don't kinda get it...

You just never thought you'd be the pretty pony in question. Well, even by your own admission you're a pretty cute, sorta-hot little female pony... in his place you'd probably geek out about it too...

"Who's a good pony?"

Dammit.

"I am. Just... I dunno, nothing super involved, okay? Simple."

"That's my girl. C'mon, let's go hang out for a bit before lunch, I can show you some more stuff."

You silently swear to yourself that if he leads you into another hugely expensive pleasure den you're going to find something pricey looking and pretend that breaking it was an accident, consequences be damned. It's not that you don't like him, or even that you didn't enjoy your morning in the garden or your afternoon swim, those were both fantastic. You knew you sucked a lot at life before getting in Charlie's van, and becoming less than human hardly helped matters... but his life is so easy, so carefree that your already battered and beaten ego is still wounded. Is there a fancy vase on a table around here you can bump into?

Despite your discontent with so much luxury around here you're honestly surprised to end up back in the living room, but no more surprised than you are when you're scooped up without any prompting on his part and set beside him on the couch. Seafoam excuses herself to the restroom and Orchid darts off to... somewhere, you guess, leaving the two of you alone for the second time today. You can't decide if this is deliberate on their part or not. On the one hand, it's not like you've seen them conspiring to leave the two of you alone with one another. On the other, they seem to at least like you enough to want you to stay... or they see Eli wants you to stay... Not like you're itching to leave or anything. Your owner settles in, forcing you to move back a bit as he puts his feet up before he focuses on you.

"So, what do you feel like doing now?"

Huh. Good question, actually. Your fellow pets are nowhere to be seen, he looks awful comfortable where he is... No real answer but to get comfortable too...

He seems a bit surprised to find you climbing over his legs before settling on his lap and stomach, but he's no fool either.

"Soooo, you wanna cuddle?"

No eye contact. Eye contact is the little shame that ends your fun. Still... rolling over onto your back, quickly flicking your tail up for modesty's sake, and laying your head back onto his shoulder does the trick nicely. You do tense up a bit when his hands settle onto your exposed stomach, the whole region so incredibly sensitive to the touch that your muscles react involuntarily. Your intense shudder and sharp inhale when he runs a hand up the length of your belly makes him laugh a bit, and though you try to look up at him in indignation his smile is, as always, too infectious to resist.

"Would you perhaps like a belly rub, little Opal?"

"Y-yes."

"Mhm? I didn't hear you."

"Yes, please rub my belly, big strong Master-man who is apparently deaf."

He stares at you, nonplussed for a moment, until your sheepish grin breaks his facade and the belly rub begins in earnest. H-his hands!

M-m-m-much softer that the last guy's....

"Ah-a! Y-you're really gooood at this, y-you know!"

"I've got two other ponies, you know. Lots and lots of practice. Though I don't think they like it quite as much as you do."

"T-then they're dumb. This is A-a-awesooomeee!"

Seriously. All that practice with the others is paying off in spades. Your forehooves twitch and paw at the air madly while your rear legs occasionally kick of their own volition, hitting either air or the soft back of the sofa. You find yourself making the strangest little noises, high-pitched little squeaks of pleasure whenever his fingernails deign to run every so lightly up your abdomen, and pressing the back of your head against his shoulder, occasionally turning it this way and that in what you hope seems like a sign of affection.

You wonder if you can get a written agreement for regular sessions like this in exchange for your trump card? He might find your posturing cute! Even as he rubs, though, you catch yourself dwelling on the idea that being cute is how you'll get by these days... is that what your problem was with mane styling? Shorter hair would look good with your weirdo shade or purple, and you always liked short-haired girls yourself. In fact, between the hair color, his proposed hair style and your admittedly lean but shapely butt you're beginning to think that aside from being a pony you're actually becoming your own ideal girl.

...Though maybe he has similar tastes in women?

Gah! Stoppit! It's only been one day, and you've got to stop crushing on him! It's gotta be something Zephyr's guy did to your head, no way would you start wanting to catch his eye like that so quickly! Though you had a nasty habit of falling "in love" with girls after a date or two before... Considering that, it's possible that manipulating you into loving someone just because he pets you is just that trivially easy.

Dammit, you really were an ideal candidate for his business, weren't you? A stray animal in human guise, waiting for someone to come take you in... pathetic.

Eli's fingers keep rubbing, though, so your self-loathing can't last terribly long. So what that you like him? You're supposed to like him, he owns you! Besides, he seems as patient as he claimed to be, even now this belly rubbing session is pretty much chaste, his hands are well clear of your awkward little horse teats and your tail-covered womanhood. All you have to do is keep control of your baser impulses and you'll be just fine.

Though right now your baser impulses seem awfully thrilled at the strange bump pressing against your rear end, your squirming seems to have unintentionally been grinding your plot into his lap. Welp, so much for chaste...

"Uh.. uhm, Eli?"

"Yes?"

"Is... is that..."

"Oh, you noticed. Sorry, can't really help it with the way you were moving."

"So you just weren't gonna tell me?" You groan, now trying to wiggle out of his grasp and get clear of the erection as though it were going to attack you.

"The boner isn't awkward until someone talks about it." He replies, matter-of-factly, as though you weren't seperated from his genitals by maybe a couple centimeters of cloth.... okay, so that happens every time you sit in his lap, but usually he isn't ready to go!

"Well I'm talking about it! It's awkward, so lemme go!"

"Nope. We've gotta un-awkward this."

"How does holding me against your schlong make it un-awkward?!"

"Because I'm gonna do this."

For a moment you're positively terrified. Does he mean to kiss you, grope you, touch you in places? Will he expect you to do the same?

Too much! Too much too fast! No no no no no gotta get outta here gotta run gotta-

A solitary finger running down your side, along your belly near your hips, causes an involuntary response. You squirm against it, sure, but the unwilling giggle is what sets off alarm bells in your head. Oh crap, you'd almost prefer it if he wanted to make out!

"No, wait, Eliii ahaha, nooooo!"

Now all nine other fingers join in, having found your ticklish spots and now ruthlessly attacking them. Your squirming becomes wild and forceful to the point of bucking, though he seems well-adapted to pony struggling. He must be well-practiced with this too, as he doesn't skip a beat in pursuing you with those accursed wiggling fingers even as your roll off of the couch and onto the floor in a desperate bid for escape, laughter approaching shrieking volume as he pins you. Stuck beneath him you're not going to have any luck in escaping, his tickling only getting more intense.

"STAAAHP! ELIIIIIIIII STOPPIT I CAN"T BREEHEEATHE!"

The fingers stop as Eli lifts himself off of you, and you collapse onto the floor, panting heavily and still occasionally suppressing little giggles for a minute. A look back up reveals your owner to be quite satisfied with himself by the look of things, grinning like an idiot with a look of mischief in his eyes as he kneels on the floor.

"See? Not awkward anymore."

Your response is a slow, light prodding of the region with one of your rear hooves, and to your relief it would seem he's managed to get it under control down there. You try your best to look disappointed, softening your voice as much as you can for the sake of the joke.

"Y-you mean tickling isn't your fetish, Anon?"

The eruption of laughter is just what you hoped for, Eli at once slumping against the sofa and laughing in that guilty manner that signifies only the best kind of joke. You let yourself laugh at your own joke, safe in the knowledge that if nothing else, you can at least be the funny one. His funny little weirdo pony doesn't seem like a bad thing to be, you suppose, and it's a fair deal better than you thought you'd be when he picked you up.

"Oh, oh wow. I didn't think you'd be the one to start making flutterrape jokes."

You're about to reply to him, still sprawled out on the floor upside-down, when a big red something fills your vision. Orchid seems to have arrived while you were laughing, looking down at you with a big, big smile.

"I knew I liked you."

Your internal thrill at having won over at least two out of three housemates is offset by your confusion at Orchid's appearance. Her head seems to be covered by... Hang on! You roll yourself upright and stand at once, fascinated by the hood resting over Orchid's head. Her own color scheme is complemented nicely by the purple zip-up sweatshirt currently covering the upper half of her body, the sleeves visibly worn out by stretching to get over her hooves.

"You've got a hoodie!"

"Uh, yeah. It's comfy as hell, too." She replies, more than a little bemused by your attitude.

"You get clothes?!"

"We, Honey. We get clothes." her smile now dominating her face as she realized why you're so excited.

You whip your head back to face Eli, his eyebrows already raised expectantly.

"I get clothes?"

His response is to pick you back up in a hug, resting you on his lap before speaking like an exasperated parent.

"Only if you ask nicely, darling."

"B-but I can get a hood like hers?"

"Of course you can, you'll look just as cute as she does in it."

"And other stuff?"

"Yes, Opal, other stuff too. Though I'll warn you now: If I buy you clothes you want to wear, I get to buy some clothes I want you to wear."

"... You're gonna play dress-up with me?" You groan, voice laden with the same dread the earlier hair conversation gave you.

"Nothing too extreme, I promise. No pink frilly things."

You stare at him, eyebrow quirked for a moment. His usual tone carries a sincerity and an honesty that you've come to respect quite a bit. When he talks like that, you believe him. So, his tone changing suddenly for the second sentence worries you to no end.

"Well... No pink frilly things right away?"

You're not even gonna dignify that with a response, still just staring at him as neutrally as possible in silence.

"We can barter over what it'll take to get you to wear something once it's here. I'm confident I can make it worth your while to let me have my fun. I'll have you know that neither Seafoam or Orchid have hated anything I've bought for them."

"It's true." Orchid chirps from beside you "I always end up liking how I look when he gives me something."

"Even when being female was still a new thing?"

"He went easy on me at first."

An arm wraps itself around Orchid's midriff and lifts her into place beside you on his lap, and soon you're being hugged by both parties at once, even as Orchid is wrapped in his other arm.

"And I'll go easy on you, too. Besides, with your color scheme pink would be risky. You'll let me try, won't you?"

It's not a command, so at the very least you're not responding out of impulse, but being asked a question like that and then looking into his eyes... You know it's something that got done to your head, some trick to make you obey...

But you wanna be good, just so he'll like you, right?

"Yes, sir. But, please, just don't put me in dresses or anything right away."

"That's just fine. Do you know how much work it is to get a dress to fit one of you, anyway? I have to do it myself, too, lest I have to explain

anything to a seamstress."

"You tailor the clothes?"

"Only the stuff that doesn't fit from the get go. Hoods, shirts, jackets and the like barely ever need work, and even then it's just the sleeves. I like those the best. I mean, come on, doesn't she look freakin' adorable?" he finishes the sentence on a cutesy note, kissing Orchid on the cheek and hugging her a bit harder. Your friend Orchid, probably the only reasonable model for how you can expect to feel and behave in the future if you stay here, nuzzles into his shoulder before returning the kiss on his cheek, looking at him with an affection you think is somehow different from Zephyr and Autumn's feelings for the loon in the woods. They look at him with a kind of eerie worshipfulness that, given how he treated them, made a lot of sense but always worried you. In fact, the fear that you may have felt something similar is what prompted your near-escape from that place. Orchid and Eli look and act much more like a committed couple in love. There's adoration, yes, and dependency in spades, but you get the distinct impression that there's a sort of mutual respect in there, too. Eli seems just as grateful for her love as she does his.

That's... Well... Kinda...

You can't help but feel envious. Not possessive jealousy, you don't want to take it away from Orchid... but you would like to have it too...

Feeling that way, being loved that way, it must be so nice. Despite still being in the hooves of that very mare and the arms of that very man, all of a sudden you feel terribly lonely.

"Now then, I think Orchid's the only one who hasn't had a bellyrub today." He declares, putting you down on the floor before hoisting himself and Orchid back onto the sofa. You settle in beside the couch, still vaguely rattled by the rush of emotion, and try to relax for a bit while Eli makes a big show of unzipping Orchid's hood, and while you try to quietly figure out where the remote for the television is you hear the sounds of Orchid enjoying herself above you, just as squeaky as you but a bit more melodic. You mean, you new voice is a bit nasally but well tailored to your new body and, you're happy to realize, great for joke delivery. Orchid, on the other hand, has absolutely honey-sweet tones with every spoken word, and given her colors you're surpised her name and cutie mark don't have something to do with a songbird rather than a flower. Then again, made-up ponies posted online can't really have their voice taken into consideration very often, Zephyr's guy must come up with them as he goes... or maybe it's random?

Seafoam's return only becomes apparent to you when a pair of forelegs wrap themselves around your abdomen and you find yourself pulled back down onto the floor as she starts cuddling you.

"Still not big on personal space, are you Sea?"

"Oh, hush. Now there's always someone to snuggle with even when he wants one-on-one time, and I'm taking full advantage of it."

You'd like to snark back at your "biggest sister", still the one you're least comfortable with so far, but her grip is firm as she wraps her limbs around you, and you can't help but nuzzle back once she starts. It's only a few minutes before you're discussing favorite books and movies and shows, in between giggle fits as she starts nibbling on your ears for amusement. So maybe she isn't the kindred spirit you've found in Orchid, but at the very least you're confident that you and Seafoam can function amicably as housemates and friends without trouble.

Your earlier loneliness gets the better of you, and you find yourself turned around to face her and clinging tight as you cuddle. She does seem a bit surprised by your forwardness, but like her nearest physical counterpart you're aware of, Autumn, the return on your investment is many-fold, her strength advantage over you is actually something of a comfort here. To your dismay she's actually far more perceptive than Autumn ever seemed, leaning in to quietly whisper into your ear.

"Is something bothering you, Sweetheart?"

"I'm just feeling... out of place. It'll pass."

Knowing that it will is new. Usually a single worry blossoms into half a dozen given even the tiniest bit of credence by your mind. Maybe it's just something about being held, or maybe it's the relaxing morning... but the lack of anxiety is sort of strange.

Huh. Maybe this place is good for you after all?

By the time Eli is done cuddling with Orchid lunch is actually quite late, and though he's apparently in a hurry to make his "afternoon calls" he still insists on serving it for the lot of you. A quick fruit salad ends up being your main course, but the lemonade he gives you is a big pick-me-up just because it's in a glass with a straw, not a bowl on the floor. At what point does being treated like a person rather than an animal start making you feel like a mooching slacker? Seriously, when the person feeding you treated you like a dog you could huffily take your food and think nothing of it! Not that Eli can't afford it, you suppose, but you're still sort of waiting for there to be a catch to all this beyond him wanting to use you as a life-sized pony dress-up doll...

"So, I've got to go make the usual phone calls to follow up on this morning's computer work, but I trust you can keep yourself occupied with Orchid and Sea?" He asks, quickly rinsing the dishes while you sit on the floor nearby. You don't know what you're waiting for, but the other two sat down over here so it must be some part of the routine, right?

"Of course!"

"Good girl. Actually, Orchid, could you help her shop around a little for clothes or a hobby on your tablet?"

Orchid assents while you sit there, totally dumbfounded. She has a tablet? She doesn't even have hands!

...On the other hoof, if she can use one, so could you. Though you've got to wonder what she had to do for Eli to get it. Something like that is pricier than clothes or hobby supplies, and Eli seems to always want something in return...

Gah. No! You don't think such unpleasant things about your owner! Everything you've seen and heard makes it clear Eli wouldn't make her do something she really didn't want to.

You've been spaced for long enough that only Eli's hand moving in front of your face gets your attention, leaving you with the sole recourse of apologizing sheepishly after he asks if "anyone's home in there?"

"All forgiven, sweetie. Now, pony want a treat?"

A small voice cries out within you that no, you've been enjoying being treated like an equal, rather than an animal. A much larger voice responds with a definite "Yes!", this time out loud, your ears perking and your posture straightening unconsciously when you see an honest-to-god cookie in his hand.

Junk food! Terrible little sweet things! Oh, Zephyr's guy was always so fixed on healthy stuff he cooked himself that you haven't seen a delicious hunk of preservatives and corn syrup since your last shift at work!

The cookie on offer is in your mouth in seconds, your old qualms about eating out of someone's hand long since put aside. He scratches behind your ears as you chew, and the usual wash of happiness at his attention is doubled by the bliss of the treat. You know he's got business that needs attending to, but a strange day has left you with some strange emotions, so you decide to get a few of them out now, rearing up onto your haunches and wrapping your forelegs around his thighs in a crude little hug.

Somewhere behind you Orchid jokes to Sea that "I think she liked the cookie." but you know what? The hell with it. If all you have to offer him in exchange for everything you've been given so far, and all the promises for the future, is little pony hugs and letting him mess with your appearance then that's what he'll get. Eli's surprised little "woah" at your sudden movement is the only response you get until his hands descend, pulling you out of your hug around his thighs and instead holding you tight against his chest. All that effort and worrying, even pulling a fast one on the guy who sold you, and you're not even pretending that you might use your "return policy". He seems to get it, too, if the intensity of this hug is any indicator. Alright, little pony. Your Master is kind, his other pets both seem lovely, and you can have just about anything your heart desires save for hands or vacations...

Why not be good? Why not be a pet?

Without a good answer to either question you plant your lips against his cheek. Just a peck, a little chaste thing that could come from anyone, but aside from staring at the odd crumb you leave behind you don't follow up with much of anything besides burying your head in his shoulder. You did it on impulse, and you don't regret it but you're certainly rather embarrassed.

He has to push a bit to do it, wedging his own face into the gap between your head and his own shoulder to make his lip connect with your own fuzzy cheek, and equally chaste peck with a satisfied little hum to himself as he breaks it off. Proof that Eli really is starting to get you comes easily, as all he does after that is set you down on the ground, pat you on the head once more, and tell all three of you to have fun while he worked. Talking about what you just did and it's myriad meanings and implications would simply have been too much, and nothing makes you think you've made the right decision more than Eli apparently understanding that. Seafoam and Orchid, on the other hand...

"You know, Orchid..."

"Yes, Seafoam dearest?"

"I think her actions just now change things a bit, don't they?"

"I'd have to say they do, sister."

"Uhh, guys?" You stammer, concerned at how dryly and coyly they're talking. M-maybe they take offense to that? Oh no, you're moving

too quickly, they must think you're some kind of little hussy! Little hussy horsey!

"There's a phrase for what it makes her, isn't there?"

"Yes, What was it? Something like..."

"Oh, yes, I know!" Seafoam cries, as Orchid's mask of stillness splits into a vibrant grin as they finish in unison.

"One of us!"

Your companions jump you at once, both ponies throwing themselves onto you with enthusiasm in spades. Seafoam is all hugs, while Orchid keeps chanting "One of us! One-of-us!" in a faux-zombie voice for a bit before blowing a raspberry or two on your belly. You yelp and pretend to struggle, but in truth you're... okay.

No, better than okay. You feel a bit lightheaded, breathing an enormous sigh of relief as you cross the threshold into a committed life here. Pent up stress seems to be washing away as you laugh like a crazy pony, an enitre lifetime of anxiety flying out the window as you embrace something new, relaxed, and different.

You thought when Charlie offered to pay you a few grand to help him take back "something" that belonged to him that all your troubles would be over once it was done. The job never got done, but you're prepared to admit it: This is much, much better than what you thought you'd be getting.