Whoulda thought?

I wake up to hear the same familiar jingle. To Tartarus with that jingle. I hate that jingle. I've heard the same, four toned jingle so many times, yet I just can't keep it out of my head. It's so bucking annoying.

In order to try to get the jingle out of my mind, I listen in on the Slavemaster's welcome speech. Trying to decipher the voices of the buyer(s), I hear a filly's voice, and this makes me crack a smile. It's a disappointed smile, but a smile none the less.

I can't kill a filly. It'd be an easy way out of this hell hole, but I'm not twisted enough yet to risk a filly’s life. My own life, sure, if it were in my own hands. But a filly’s, never. I could kill the mom or whatever, but I still couldn't subject a filly to such a horror. Then again, a family's got to be pretty messed up anyway, to bring a filly here.

"Really? Are you sure? Alright, understood. Right this way, please." I hear the filly talking a lot, and taking charge of the conversation but I'm not one to be able to hear such high, energetic frequencies. Or maybe, unlike a certain, four pitched jingle I know, my brain just tunes things like that out. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the doo-dee-doo-dee that just made its way back to my brain. I should just go to sleep, and make sure not to bother anybody. I know how to play the game, and right now, the game is telling me to shut up and get some shut eye, albeit it's probably in the middle of the day.

As I lie down in my cage, I hear their hoofsteps trailing closer, their conversation becoming all the more clear. "And here we are." Where are they? The foals are past here. Surely she'd want a foal. Or maybe the filly’s gay. Either way, there shouldn't be any reason to be here, so just keep walking, and…

"Are you sure he's cool? He looks pretty dumb." Before I can react, my cage is kicked. It makes me instinctually sit up, and I hit my head on the top of the cage. I duck my head down. Did the bucker just make me crack my own skull?

"Wake up, you little shit." I look out. From my height right now, I can see the filly staring at me intently. Her coat is an electron blue, and her cutiemark is a red gender-neutral pony with deeper red swirls around it. It pops from her blue coat, and it looks as if it’s not supposed to be there. There’s something off about it. Her mane is a combination of light purple and black, the two swirling together, and mixing at some points to make some kind of indigo.

I look beside her, at the wall, in case she thought I was looking at her. It's obvious the slave master was the one who just indirectly kicked me, so I give him a death glare. I'm about to give the filly the same look, when my face drops. There's an eerie look of pure ecstasy on her face. It's like a filly who was just surprised for her birthday party, mixed with a turned on expression, and one more thing that just runs a shiver down my spine.

I smirk.

I get it now.

This is can actually be fun. I bet, oh I bet, she's just some masochistic bitch who discovered a fetish early in her life because of her moron parents. I bet she's even suicidal. I lick my lips.

She turns to her left, and starts jumping up and down. "It's so cool! Mommy, can I have this one?" Her voice is filled with joy, yet nothing in her tone regards me as a pony. Did she just call me an ‘it’? I swear she just called me an ‘it’. The little slut just called me an ‘it’! Oh, I'll definitely change that once we get home.

I listen in to hear the mother's voice, since she's just out of my view. I mean, I could probably see her if I went to the very edge and looked sideways, but it's too much of a hassle in such a short time, and it'd just make me look stupid. But in any case, I've barely heard the mother's voice. I know she isn't mute, because I heard a woman's voice when the three -the slave master, the mother, and the filly- were talking near the entrance. "Yay! Thank you mommy!" I hear the filly say a moment later. The cage door opens, and the metal bars move.

Finally.

I haven't seen those six bars move in... Never, actually. I just kind of woke up here. It wasn't that painful, actually. Something was put over my muzzle, and then the next time I opened my eyes, I was in this very cage. Then the next time I woke up, they trained me, I played their game, and then I was told to breath in the same stuff. Then I woke up here again. I guess it's just less work for them to carry me, than it is for me to walk on my own or something.

Anyway, I walk out, and I first look at the mother. Her cutiemark shows a shovel and a hammer in an 'x', with a baby bottle in the background. What the buck does that mean? Does she make baby bottles or something? I guess they've got to come from somewhere. For the rest of her, though, she has a blueberry colored coat, as if she originally had a white coat, and someone had stained her whole body with grape juice. It matches the color on the filly’s mane, actually. Her mane partly matched this, with a bright, bright, strawberry color. Like, neon, almost. And she's a Pegasus. I can't forget to mention that part.

Then I look around. This place is a lot more high-tech than I imagined. I thought it'd be some run down shack, but it looks more like an aspiring frozen yogurt place, if anything. Dim, multicolored lights edge the ceiling, and there's a double door. The walls are metallic colors the match the neon ones above.

I feel something fairly light brace my back. For hooves. Wait, did the filly just... "Onward!" I hear a playful voice order. Oh. My. Celestia. I can blatantly say that is the cutest thing I've ever heard. Her voice ISN’T ordering at all. It's like she half expects me to say no, and tell her to get off. No bucking way I'm letting her off now.

"Now sweetie, you can't play with it yet. We have to pay for it." Darn. Ah. I see where the filly gets it. She gets the 'it' thing from her mother. That makes more sense now. I have to realize, she's not doing this to make me feel like shit. She's just a kid. An innocent filly. Oh wait. She's not. She's a masochistic slut. Never mind.

"Aww, come on!" She hops down.

They take me up to the front, and the slavemaster gives me a harness. I notice something on the side of the cash register. Well would you look at that? They take credit cards. How sci-fi of them.

As soon as the mother finishes paying, the filly reaches for the leash. She takes it in her... magic? Oh. The filly's a unicorn. For some odd reason, I didn't expect that. At all. And it seemed like her horn was lit up a second before she took the leash.

Meh, I'm probably just seeing things. I haven't seen much light in, how long was it? Who cares? I'm going crazy. The filly looks at her mother for a second, who nods. She hops up on my back once again. "Onward! Again!" She says, laughing happily at her own joke. I smile along with her.

Partly not for the same reason, though. In the middle of the night, I'm going to rape this filly. And she's going to love it. I hear the same jingle I've heard at least twice a day for half of my life. For the first time, it's the most beautiful group of musical notes in my life. I want to give it lyrics.

I look back at the mother, wondering what her name is. Usually names have something to do with their cutiemarks. So, let's see here. What in Equestria has something to do with a hammer, a shovel, and a baby bottle? Although, the baby bottle is crossed out. Ah, I get it now. Construction work? Sooo then... I stop for a moment. "Constra... Antibottle." A smirk crosses my lips, and I can feel all three stare at me. Why are they staring at me? Oh horsefeathers, did I say that out loud? I raise my hoof, waiving dismissively. "Right, right, no speaking unless spoken to.”

The slavemaster just shakes his head. "No refunds."

"Oh don't worry, I won't need it!" The filly says with a tone of voice I can't comprehend. It's like the voice before, except enhanced a bit, and with a bit more than slightly higher pitch. Like the voice a filly would speak if she were a stereotypical bully, except filled with pure innocence, and no harmful intent. Except with her own odd ring to it. An edge, even. I know her speech is going to bug me. And I'm gonna be ticked about her voice until I find what makes it oh-so-slightly different. Hell, it could just be a Baltimare accent and I'd never figure it out.

I feel a light thumping on my head. Is that a bug? As I look up, I notice two things. One, I've been starring at the mother's flank. And two, I she's been giving me a death glare. But there's something in her look that sets me off. Oh great, now I have the look of the mother to add to my list of 'things that will bug me to the end of time.' In the best way I can describe it, I'd say her look is saying, ' if you run away I'll kill you,' but there's a hint of, 'I feel sorry for you,' and, 'I wonder what'd happen if we switched places right here, right now?' And this is me trying my best to describe it. But she has this glint in her eye, like she's hiding a secret or something. Maybe it's her facial features. Those barely change, but when they do, it's fairly noticeable. Actually no, the look is in her fuchsia eyes. Odd eye color then? Then again, since when do ponies not have weirdly colored eyes? It’s not the color of her eyes. It can’t be. It’s something else.

I feel the tapping on my head, but it's a bit harder now, more like knocking. I blink, seeing a hoof waiving in front of me. The knocking stops. I notice that the filly's weight is shifted forward, and the hoof is rather small. Then I hear sound vibrating in my ear. "Hellloo? Earth to whatever-your name is!" She says, rather innocently, with childish curiosity in her voice. I shake my head.

"I'm here." I look forward, preparing to start walking again. The door is held wide open by the slavemaster, and everyone expects me to just walk outside. But the outside is dark. And it's the outside. What would the outside feel like? Would it feel just like the inside? I don't know. I honestly don't know. I start trotting, and the mother makes sure she stays behind me. The outside is a tad fresher, but it's mostly just colder. I can breathe easier.

It doesn’t feel like that much of an accomplishment.

Maybe it’s because I’m still caged.

Metaphorically, of course.

It isn't far until we get there, which makes me feel like they’re a relatively common customer. It's just a feeling, though. I look around, then I'm told by - erm, 'Hardworker Antibaby,' was it? - to go up a driveway. It's a desolate neighborhood, but nothing sticks out. Nothings high and fancy, but nothing looks poor, or run down. It's smack in the middle. Kind of like a house in the suburbs, but made for the city. It's a two story, pale yellow building, with a brick red door and the same color roof. From what I can see, the shudders look like they’re made out of wood, or bamboo or something.

She guides me inside, and then comes up close. What's this, all of a sudden? I hear her whisper in my ear, although I don't feel it.

"Wake up honey, were home~" She says sweetly. A shiver runs through my body. Did she just... call me honey? Honey? Really? This is a huge change from 'it.' I hear a grumble on my back, and then I feel a shifting of weight. Oh. I guess I'm happy? ‘Cause I was really turned on just now, so now I'm just kind of left off here. I'm going to have to seduce the mother tonight.

It's obvious she's a single mom, or I wouldn't be here. I think. I think that's how it goes, anyway. I have no clue. I'm honestly clueless about the whole situation. My back feels cold in some places, but it's whatever. I mind it.

"Daw, and I was having the best dream, too." The filly groaned.

"Well you can tell me the whole dream tonight, okay, sweetie?"

"Ok mom."

"So make sure to get you slave situated, but then can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure."

Something cracks in me just then. "Slave? So not only am I an 'it', but I'm a slave, too?" I interrupt. I'll take my chances.

"Shut your mouth." The mother replies, pissed.

"Make me."

She sighs, and looks me directly in the eye. "I bought you. I own you. I-"

"Mom," the filly interrupts, sounding generally amused, but trying to hide it, and sound serous. What? That's... Am I hearing things? From what I know about her so far, she's not one to be amused by arguments, is she? Now I'm confused.

Well, the arguing's stopped, and so has everything else. I feel my head softly jerked to the side. "Let's go that way." I can easily tell where she wants me to go. If it's not made bluntly obvious by the fluffy, feathery, medium pink scarves that line the edges of the door as if poorly glued on, then you can tell by the big, 'KEEP OUT' sign with a deep pink skull and crossbones beside it. The room's door is so feminine... wait, that's not the right word for it. The room’s door so girly, that it'd make a 'manly' foal look away and puke a little. But, I'd have to say the door is lacking in prettiness. It should have glitter.

I go up to the door and push it open, half expecting to see a dungeon or something. Nope. The room has a tile floor, like something that would be in a bathroom. Although, when taking a second look, I realize the tiles are slanted slightly, to look like diamonds if seen at the right angle. I tilt my head, yep, they look like diamonds now. I bring my head right side up again. Equilateral squares.

I walk inside, and look around. My head is still looking at the floor, so I notice a hot pink, fluffy carpet mostly underneath the bed. I raise my head a bit. The bedsheets are more of a tan, but still pink. I raise my head a bit more. Two of her three pillows consist of wavy black patterns, one group of nighttime waves are horizontal, and the others are vertical. There's one large, skinny pillow in the very back that’s about as long as the bed's width. It looks plainly white. I'm curious, but it doesn't stand out enough to take place in my 'list of things that will bother me forever.' Crap, now their bothering me.

I rid my head of the bothersome thoughts and continue looking around. On the exact opposite side, there's mirror. It's high up, and placed horizontally. Lengthwise, it covers most of the wall. Below it, is a large dresser. It's length wide as well, and it looks like it's made out of redwood. I walk a little further. You know, I think-

I hear the largest burst of laughter I've heard in a while. I stumble to the left a little, as the filly jumps off my back and onto the bed. She claps her hooves together, applauding me. A fourth of me wants to know what I did to deserve this. Another fourth of me thinks it's just because she's being childish. And a half of me thinks it's because of my argument with her mother. But who knows, might as well confirm it. "What'd I do to deserve an applause from such a commendable mare as yourself? She blushes, but then frowns.

"I'm not a mare, you know. Princesses can’t be mares." She points her hoof at herself, but it doesn't look like she's being cocky at all.

‘That’s actually not true,’ I want to say. There’s Princess Celestia, and she’s really old. I’d say Princess Sparkle and Princess Luna as well, not to mention Princess Cadenza, but they all look pretty young.

Her horn is glowing. What is she doing? I don’t see anything moving. Is she casting a spell? On who? Is she casting a spell on me?? What the hell’s happening? Her horn is glowing, but nothing’s happening. I look down. I would look in the mirror, but it's too high up. I'm not a Pegasus. Actually, she isn't either. Why would she put a mirror so high up? This isn't the time to be thinking about this. Maybe she's casting a spell on herself. Wait, but she isn't changing. Which means I'm changing. Her magic is purple. Am I turning purple? Oh my Celestia, what if I'm turning purple and I never know I'm purple because I can't get up to the mirror. Oh my Luna. I'm way too stressed about some filly’s horn that's glowing floor no reason. "Your horn." I say, a bit too freaked out.

"My horn?" She tilts her head, and it glows brighter, and the flame gets twice as big. "What about it?" She says, ever too sweetly. I easily recognize the difference. The unexplainable accent to her voice is gone. Completely. It's just replaced with candy. It has a fakeness to it, yet it's completely calm.

What?

"Your horn..." I say again, trying to regain my composure. "It's glowing? It's bigger! What are you doing?" And suddenly, I say out of the blue, "am I turning purple??" I want to catch myself, but the entire sentence is out before I can get myself to do anything. I close my mouth, and wait for a response.

She looks at me, confused, then the purple flame dies down, until it's gone. She lets out another childish laugh, and I let out a breath. Her tone has that edge again. I never thought I'd be happy to hear her edge. I smile, and start chuckling alongside her, shaking my head.

It feels nice to laugh like this. It's been a while since I've laughed like this. It's different. It's like I'm genuinely happy.  I'm not laughing because the other pony is laughing, I'm laughing purely because I think something from real life is funny. I don't really know how to describe it. It's just like a warm blanket of energy is encasing my heart. I look up, and I see her horn glowing. But I don't care, this if my time. It's my time now, to just be happy.

It’s almost like I'm free.