From Farmer to Wizardby ColtKit ProductionsChaptersCh1: Shopping SpreeCh2: Bad ThoughtsCh3: Perspective of ManCh1: Shopping SpreeSapience, it is defined by, "Awareness of Mind and Magic". It is universally agreed on, that all "truly Sapient" creatures have some kind of magic. Ponies, Griffins, even Diamond Dogs, they all had magic coursing through them. Unicorns and Pegasi were the most obvious, but the races from all the other kingdoms, had some kind of magical potential as well. Although, most of them couldn't tap into it, without use of a wand. Basically anything that could use a wand was considered "Sapient"... and there was a wand right there. It was battered up, with more then a few bite marks on the handle, but there it was... a wand... There were even a bunch of beginner spell books, for sale on how to use it. One for each of the 7 schools of spell casting, even some on magical crafts. Rune and Enchantments would be good books to get, with the spell books. Oh! They even had a bunch of different books for potions (Novice level to Mastery). Applebloom would love those! It could be something they could do together, for years to come. Big Mac grinned eagerly. He always loved it when the Saddle Aarabian merchants came into town. They had parked their small wagon in the middle of the market district and were encouraging ponies to look around inside. The thing had an impressive extension charm on it. Making the inside, the size of a warehouse despite the wagon's limited dimensions. OOOOOOOO!!!! There was a scroll on how to make things bigger on the inside to! Big Mac eagerly shoved the books, and a number of scrolls, into his metal shopping cart. Then gingerly put the chewed up wand on the seat. Since he was a small colt, Big Mac had always wanted to learn magic. He had been saving for this for years. Now, thanks to his cut of this years Cider sales, he finally had enough money to get into the art of spell casting. Sure it was a second hoof wand, but that just meant he could get more books for it... though the books were kinda beat up themselves... which meant he still had enough left over... for a familiar... He grinned eagerly, as he pushed his cart towards the "Exotic Pet" aisle. There were all kinds of amazing creatures down this section. He didn't know which to pick! These were all classified as "Intelligent Creatures". While not as intelligent as ponies, they are capable of basic reasoning skills. However, their Intelligence is actually a detriment. They are not smart enough to build tools of their own, but their intelligence does cause them to constantly question their base instincts. This results in them not truly being able to fend for themselves. As such, the pony race has taken it on themselves, to care for them. Most animals in Equestria are listed as "Intelligent Creatures". "Lower Animals", such as fish and most bugs, are far too stupid to be considered "Intelligent creatures". As such they are often used as food for carnivores. Even Pegasus are known to enjoy the occasional fish with no moral questioning. The winged ponies do need the extra protein from flying around all the time. It's not like Pegasi have an Earth Pony's magically enhanced endurance. Big Mac suddenly frowned, as he saw a cow in this section. Cows are tricky. Well they are capable of speech, they are listed as "Intelligent Creatures" and not actually any smarter then the rest of them. It's more of a "morally grey" area, but cows have proven in the past, that without Pony intervention, they could very well go extinct. Then... then there were humans... Humans were brilliant. If anything they were actually smarter then ponies. However, as they had no magical abilities, they were listed as "Intelligent Creatures"... ponies tended to round them up, force them to breed, and take their children away to be sold as pets. The humans that escaped this, lived in independent "tribes". Where they crafted weapons that were a match for pony magic... they were actually the race that invented "Firearms", which were almost immediately banned by Princess Celestia... not that the humans cared, and really who could blame them. Humans needed their guns, to protect themselves from pony slavers... cause that's what the ponies who traded them were. Humans were too bucking smart for it to be anything other then slavery. The fact human "pets" were often used for sex (and various kinks no mare would agree to) hardly helped that image. Now there weren't many humans in Equestria, just an occasional pack here or there. They only lived for 150 years at best, and that was only with the aid of pony medicine. Compared to a pony's 500 year lifespan, plus a hoof full of decades, they really were short lived creatures. Ponies couldn't even bind them as a familiar, which allowed most "Intelligent Creatures" to live in their prime until their owner died (then the critter just dropped dead). The fact ponies couldn't do this with humans was further proof they were more then simple animals. There were ancient fossils and relics, dating back millions of years, which suggested humans were once the dominant species on the planet (long before the pony tribes evolved). Regardless, because there were so few humans now, nopony thought there was a need to change the definition of "Sapient" just for them. They also wouldn't create a new category to classify them... nor even pass laws to protect them. Nopony thought of how they were treated... not even Big Mac, truth be told... not until it affected him... The red Stallion looked in one of the cages, at a barely grown "man". The human had very pale peach skin, a few freckles on his nose and cheeks, jet black hair (an uncommon color in ponies), and small bright blue eyes. He was quite the pretty boy, and "boy" was definitely a better word to describe him. The sign said he was of a "ripe" age of 18... ponies weren't even considered adults until they were 30... yet this boy was tied up in bondage gear, with a ball gag in his mouth that was dripping with drool (indicating it had been in there for a long time), a chastity device on his small dick (at least compared to ponies. Big Mac wasn't sure if it was average for humans), and a plug up his flank. The bondage forced the boy into an embarrassing position, which let Big Mac see EVERYTHING. But even that wasn't the most disturbing thing... the boy had bruises... a lot of bruises and welts all over his body... even on his balls... Big Mac gulped looking at this poor pitiful creature... he would probably be kept like this for the rest of his life. Used more as a sex toy, that can cry, then an actual pet... Big Mac continued to stare into the cage... and made a decision... • "Tarnation Big Mac!" Applejack exclaimed, as she saw him coming up the road of Sweet Apple Acres. Big Mac was busy himself, harnessed into the wooden family cart, and pulling it to the nearby farm house. He glared when AJ stopped him. She was just gaping over the near over flowing cart. It was absolutely filled with books, scrolls, cauldrons, crystals, and various other things he needed to start learning magic. "You buy the whole store!" Applejack gaped. Applebloom, who was out here tending her own garden by the corn, giggled a bit as well. After Applebloom got her cutie mark (a potion bottle with an apple coming out of the vapors) Grannie had set up a small patch of land for the filly to grow her magical plants. That way she could practice her talent of brewing potions. Grannie also hired Zecora as the filly's mentor, in exchange for some of the potion ingredients instead of bits. Ignoring all that, Big Mac rolled his eyes at AJ, "Nope," he adamantly dismissed her 'wit'. He really wasn't in the mood. Applebloom trotted over, so she could snoop into his stuff, "What's with all the dog toys?" She took note of the various chew toys, then spotted the giant bag of kibble... and then the large square box with a blanket on it. The filly laughed, "Grannie is going to have your hide, when she learns you bought a pet, without asking her." Big Mac immediately stopped, his eyes slowly widening until the open air stung them. GRANNIE, how could he have forgotten about Grannie!? She was going to be seriously peeved, when she learned, not only did Big Mac get a pet, but he brought a bucking human into her house, all without asking! "What's this about a pet?" Grannie suddenly appeared, as if summoned by some dark god that liked bucking with Big Mac. Truthfully she was just bringing snacks out to AJ, as the younger mare had skipped lunch to work out in the field... again... honestly Grannie's grandchildren needed to start taking better care of themselves. Grannie wasn't going to be around forever, to look after them. Big Mac, unaware of Grannie's mental rant, gulped. Grannie looked over at the cart, full of stuff, and sighed. Before sending a glare of utter disapproval at her grandson, "How much of your savings did you end up wasting on this new hobby?" she asked. Big Mac couldn't help but fidget, feeling like a naughty colt that just spent his entire allowance on candy, "A lot..." he admitted. Grannie sighed, her colt wasting his money like this, did nothing to smooth her concerns. "We'll circle back to that later," she promised, "Fur now let's take a look at this critter you got." Big Mac hesitantly nodded. He unstrapped himself from the cart, and circled around to the back of it. He tenderly picked up the large "box", only needing one of his hooves. He was careful not to shake it, as he trotted back over to Grannie. Finally he put the box on the ground, in front of the family Apple Matriarch, before removing the blanket. Grannie stared at the large box, and realized it was actually a much too small cage. The occupant had to curl itself in the fetal position, hugging it's legs, in order to fit. The creature wasn't bound in bondage gear anymore, but he didn't need to be, with what little room he had in the traveling cage. The gag had also been removed... but the critter hadn't said a word, not since Big Mac bought him, and the Horses stuffed the boy in the tiny cage. Applejack exclaimed, "YOU GOT A HUMAN!!!" completely missing the point. Grannie didn't, "Looks like the critter has had it rough." she made note of all the bruises and welts. Then, the old Mare's eyes went to studying Big Mac. The barely grown Stallion shifted uncomfortably, "I..." He tried to force himself to say, "I couldn't leave him there," Grannie continued to stare for a moment, then sighed. The colt really was so much like his mother, "such a bleeding heart," she muttered under her breath, before opening the cage door. The human flinched, clearly feeling safer in the cage. They would have to buy a bigger one, that he actually fit in. That way the human could have his own 'Safe space' he could go if he was feeling stressed. "Come on out little critter, let's have a look at ya," Grannie encouraged. The human struggled a bit to move, but he obviously had lots of practice getting out of this tiny cage. When he stood in front of them, Big Mac was able to note that he was just a little smaller then AJ. The mare only had a few inches on him. Grannie took note of the chastity cage on the human's dick, and said to Big Mac, "If yu'r gonna keep that on him, which ah highly suggest ya do, ya better milk his prostate at least once a week to relieve the build up." Big Mac blushed, but nodded his understanding, "The horses gave me a bunch of stuff for his care." That stuff was actually a mandatory part of the purchase. The horses said they couldn't legally sell exotic pets, without including a book on their care, as well as maintenance equipment (which humans had a lot of). Big Mac had to buy the toys himself though. He let the human pick out a few he liked. Although the critter had just pointed at them, and not said anything then either. Big Mac was beginning to wonder if he was mute. "Why you got to keep that metal thing on his wiener?" Applebloom innocently asked. Grannie explained, "Humans have an over active libido. It's just unseemly to see them walking around with erections all the time." The human continued to stand there at attention. Although he did break out into a blush, as that little tidbit was explained to the foal. "We best do something about these bruises," Grannie frowned, "Wouldn't do for folks to think WE put him through that." She looked over at Applebloom, "You got any potions that will help?" The barely teenage filly shook her head, "Potions don't work like that. The reason all magical beings can use them, is because they work with a creature's own internal magic, to effect their biology. Humans don't have magic, so they don't do anything, just taste bad... "I can try an ointment, I guess. Those cause direct healing through chemical changes in the body, instead of through the magical pathways... but they aren't very effective. "It will take 13 hours to fully heal all the bruises, plus an hour just to make it. I got the ingredients but I don't keep any of the actual ointments on hoof," "You best start," Grannie advised, "We need first aid supplies in case he gets hurt or sick," Applebloom sighed, "That's easier said then done, Grannie. Each ointment needs to be tuned directly to the species it's used for. I'll need to collect a lot of his blood, so I can add a drop to each batch." The human stiffened. Applebloom immediately assured, "It won't hurt. It's no different then donating blood at a blood bank." Big Mac rolled his eyes, like a domesticated human would ever have been put through that. "We best take him to the vet for that." "Tomorrow," Grannie insisted. "After he's healed up." "On it!" Applebloom saluted, then galloped back over to her garden, to gather the ingredients. Grannie rolled her eyes, at the fillies antics. Before looking back at Big Mac. "I'll go into town and make an appointment with the vet. We need to have him fully checked out and add him to their files... did you buy him a bed?" "I got two for larger dogs, and figured that will work," Big Mac shrugged. Grannie blinked, "Why two?" "One for the living room and one for my room," Big Mac shrugged again. Grannie nodded, "Good thinking, but he'll probably want to sleep in your bed, once he gets used to ya." She looked back at the cart, "Unpack all your magic stuff in the upper floor of the barn. You can share Applebloom's lab." "Thanks Grannie," Big Mac smiled, this would be a perfect way to bond with Applebloom. Grannie waved it off, "If ya need bookcases, or furniture, just take 'em out of the shed out back. Be careful with it, most of that stuff was yer Great Grandfathers." "Eeyup," Big Mac nodded his understanding. Grannie's eyes turned back at the human, still standing at attention. "Don't you talk?" The human flushed, "Yes Mistress, but-" he instantly stopped, looking worried. Grannie raised an eyebrow, "But what?" "I'm only supposed to answer direct questions, Mistress," He spoke clearly, but somehow his voice sounded overly shy, submissive? "Call me Grannie. Ma'am or Apple Matriarch, if yu'r feeling more formal," Grannie corrected, "Mistress makes me sound like Ahm some kind of sex deviant," "Yes Mis- Apple Matriarch," The boy quickly corrected himself. Grannie smiled, and ruffled his hair with a hoof. "Good boy" the kid looked absolutely ecstatic at the small praise. Grannie went on, "Ya know all those rules ya were trained with." "Yes Apple Matriarch!" The boy practically swore by them. "Forget them," Grannie informed. The human tilted his head and gave a VERY confused look. "We're your owners now, right?" The boy adamantly nodded, "Yes Apple Matriarch," "So that means we make the rules, right?" A more hesitant nod from the human, "Y-yes A-Apple Matriarch..." Grannie gave a nod of her own, "One of your new rules is, if ya want to say something ya say it, unless specifically told to be quiet. Ya won't be punished unless yer comments are rude, disrespectful, or use bad language. That sound fair?" The boy gulped, clearly not knowing what to say. Grannie sighed, "Ahm not trying to trick ya. This ain't some kind of test. Ahm 517 years old. Ah've raised dozens of foals over the centuries. Ahm used to constant chatter going on throughout the house. A quiet and meek boy, too scared to speak, is something Ah don't know how to deal with. Think ya can help an old mare out?" The boy hesitantly nodded, "Y-yes Ma'am." "Good boy," She ruffled his mane again. The boy blushed again, but however uncertain, he looked he still leaned his head in, to accept the pets. "We'll go over the other rules, once Ah get back," Grannie smiled. "For now, help your new Master unpack his magic gear, and put yer new stuff in a corner in the kitchen." Big Mac tilted his head, "Kitchen?" Grannie dismissed, "We're in there more often then the living room. It would help him feel more like family," All of a sudden, the old mare glared at Big Mac, and spoke with stern authority. "Humans are a lot weaker then ponies. Weaker even then unicorns. DO NOT STRAIN HIM. If he looks like he is struggling to carry something, don't let him carry it. He will hurt himself. "Encourage him to take breaks every hour, and spray him down with the hose, when your finished moving everything into the lab. "Humans have something called 'Sweat Glands'. Which makes stinky water leak out of their pours, when they exert themselves, or get hot. I don't want him in the house when he's like that... and keep him off the furniture. Don't need him sweating on the couch," ... that sounded... pretty gross... "Eeyup," Big Mac nodded his understanding. "You get a tag for him?" Grannie asked, "Name him yet?" "eeee- nope," Big Mac shook his head, "Got a collar, with a tag, but that just says our address." Grannie nodded, "Unpack his stuff first and put the collar on him. We'll have a family meeting to discuss names later. "As she turned she called, "Come along Applejack. I'll need your help in town," as the old mare began to walk off. "Sure thing, Grannie!" AJ called. The younger mare took a moment to ruffle the boy's mane, before heading off herself. Big Mac gave the human an affectionate nudge, "Come on little guy. We need to get everything unpacked before Grannie gets back." Ch2: Bad ThoughtsBig Mac parked the family cart, in front of the house, and started getting the stuff for the human's care out. It was a decently sized chest, but didn't seem to weigh a lot to him. He absentmindedly hoofed it over to the human, as he reached for the open box of pet toys. The horses packed everything he bought in boxes, instead of shopping bags. However strange that was, they did go the extra mile and organize his stuff for him while they packed it. The human obediently grabbed the chest, by the handles on it's sides, but the moment Big Mac let go the whole thing fell to the floor, taking the human with it. The boy's face collided with the hard wood of the chest as he toppled over. Big Mac jumped as he heard the crash, and looked to see the human clutching his nose and sitting on the dirty ground. Big Mac gaped. Yeah, Grannie told him humans are weak, but he thought they would be stronger then that! Big Mac quickly galloped around the chest, to get to the human, but the moment he was within reach the boy let out a scream. The critter curled up in as tight a ball as he could, using his arms and knees, to protect his vital organs, while he buried his head in his hands. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He just kept repeating in a terrified wail. Big Mac just stood there, mesmerized. He had NEVER seen anything react like this. He didn't know what to do, and doing nothing wasn't helping. The boy actually started shaking as the seconds went by, waiting for Big Mac to hurt him... Big Mac's face turned green. His stomach swirled around, but he forced himself to push through it. He laid a gentle hoof on the human, who let out a cry from expected pain, "It's okay," Big Mac assured as he began petting him. "You're not in trouble. It was my fault." By the boy's shaking it was obvious he didn't believe him. Big Mac sighed. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. So he just sat down and continued to pet the human. The boy seemed to like it when Grannie ruffled his mane. So Big Mac stroked his hoof up and down the creature's back... he never was good at comforting anypony. This proved that, as the human continued to shake for a good ten minutes. Eventually the boy calmed down enough to hesitantly peek out. Big Mac spotted a trail of dried blood from his nose. He went to inspect it, but the human quickly buried his face in his hands again. Big Mac sighed, "Ah ain't gonna hurt ya. Ah need to make sure your nose ain't broken... can ya sit up for me?" The human let out a whimper but quickly, far too quickly, untangled himself and sat up. It was obvious he still expected to be hit. Big Mac slowly, as if dealing with a wounded animal, put his hoof under the human's chin and tilted the boy's head up. He gently moved the human's head side to side before lightly touching his nose. He could 'feel' the cartilage through the magic in his hoof. It seemed to be intact. He wasn't a Doctor but he knew enough about taking care of critters, from spending his whole life on a farm, to recognize breaks. Thankfully the nose was just a little swollen. Big Mac moved his hoof to the top of the human's head and ruffled his mane. Giving an affectionate. "Good boy," as he did so. The human seemed to like it when Grannie called him that... right now, he just looked confused. Big Mac gave another sigh, taking his hoof away. "New rule," the human stiffened, but Big Mac continued, "If I hoof you something, and you don't think you are strong enough to lift it, you tell me. I don't want you hurting yourself like this again, understand?" The human hesitantly nodded... but Big Mac wasn't sure if he was actually willing to do that. Sighing, Big Mac stood up and he walked back to the cart. He pulled out the two beds, the large kibble bag, and the box of pet supplies he bought himself, and put them on the ground. He wasn't actually letting the human help him with this right now. When he was done, he did trust the human with one of the rolled up dog beds, which was only about a foot shorter then the human. The boy hesitantly took it, but this time Big Mac made sure he could actually lift it, before letting go. Next Big Mac hauled the rest of the pet stuff onto his back. Once that was taken care of, Big Mac signaled the human to follow him inside. "Pick a corner you like and setup your bed, " Big Mac ordered as he put the stuff next to the table. "Y-yes Master," The human obediently nodded, and looked around the room. He found an out of the way spot by the fridge... there was technically a second table there. Rectangular but not that wide or long, it was only for chopping vegetables and making sandwiches after all. But the human unrolled his matt under it anyway. Taking up no excess space as a result. Big Mac frowned, but decided to let him, if it made him feel more comfortable... actually... "I can attach a curtain there, if you like, give you some privacy." The human looked truly flabbergasted by the concept. Big Mac chose to ignore the expression as he went over to the sink. He waved the human over as he wet a paper towel. The boy looked worried for some reason but did as ordered. "Hold still," advised Big Mac as he got to work scrubbing the blood out from under the boy's nose. Then he jammed the paper towel up his nostrils to get any leftover blood out. He expected the boy to fidget a little but the human stayed perfectly still, as ordered... it was a little creepy how obedient he was. When he was finished, Big Mac turned the human around and gave a light smack to his flank, just to get him going, "Get on your bed." The human gave an adorable yelp of surprise, but then quickly ran passed the circular table, in the middle of the room, and crawled under the rectangular one. It was just long enough, and high enough, so that the human could comfortably stand under there (on all fours that is). He even had enough room to sit up... Seeing the human on all fours on his new bed... with his little dick locked up in that chastity cage... Big Mac blushed as he felt his own dick start to poke out his sheath. The fact the human started wiggling his bottom, as if trying to wag a tail he didn't have, didn't help. Big Mac shook his head and tried to ignore it. The red Stallion went back over to the chest, and opened it up (with the intention of unpacking), but the moment his brain registered some of the things in that chest, he slammed it shut. The human jumped at the noise, and gave him a worried look... he would probably be more nervous if he knew what was in that chest... Big Mac's face flushed a deeper shade of red... yeah... this stuff definitely shouldn't be left in the kitchen. Maybe buried deep in his closet, where it would never see the light of day, but not the kitchen... Trying to forget about what he saw in the chest, but the tingling in his groin not letting him, Big Mac picked up another box and trotted over to the human. Setting it down he reached in with his mouth and started taking out the toys. There were some squeaky plastic bones and some balls, but most of them were Dragon plushies and action figures. The boy clearly liked Dragons. Wonder how he'll react when he meets Spike. Next Big Mac took the collar out of the box, and fastened it around the boy's neck, making sure it wasn't too tight. It was blue, to match his eyes, with a chrome Apple shaped tag... Big Mac had picked that out himself... it looked good on the boy... Big Mac gulped as he felt a greater stirring in his loins, trying desperately to keep his dick in his sheath. He usually had more control then this. Ignoring his urge, Big Mac stuck his head back into the box, and pulled out two bowls (kept in the same doggie dish holder). Big Mac took the bowls over to the sink, filling one with tap water and scooping up some kibble from the bag with the other. There was still enough empty space, left under the table, to put the bowls on the hardwood floor. The human just looked at the bowls, as they were slid in front of him. A pitiful whimper vibrated in the boy's throat (the sound most certainly not helping the tingling in Big Mac's groin). "Do you not like it?" Big Mac asked, "It's special human food," the bag said it was designed with Alchemy magic." It was pure nutrient that was absorbed completely by the human body, leaving no waste behind... basically it made it so humans didn't have to poop like many animals did. That was pretty gross and Big Mac didn't want to deal with that. Pony bodies, or any "Sapient" creature for that matter, weren't built that way. They didn't excrete waste. What wasn't used to nourish the body was used as raw fuel for the magical pathways (Disintegrated into nothing inside the body). Buck, ponies didn't even have intestines, and their anus was purely used for sex without risk of pregnancy.... not sure how those developed in males though... but he was thankful for it... "M-Master?" The human gulped, clearly scared to ask something. "Yes?" Big Mac asked. "May..." He tried to force himself to ask. "May I eat? The merchants didn't feed me breakfast," Big Mac's eyes widened, "They didn't?" The human looked down, "I was bad..." "Ain't nothing you could have done that makes starving you okay," Big Mac glared, unfortunately the human didn't realize the anger wasn't directed at him, and shrank in on himself. Big Mac sighed and nodded his head. "Eeyup, you can eat." Strangely the human crawled out from under the table, away from his bowl. He went under Big Mac's legs, and- "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Big Mac yelped as he felt a slimy / soft tongue LICK his peeking dick. The human immediately flung himself back under the table, "YOU SAID I COULD EAT!!!" The human exclaimed, as if that was a defense. "NOT MY DICK!!!" Big Mac's face was even redder then usual. "But I was bad!" The human insisted. "WHAT!?" Big Mac gaped, not seeing the connection The human blushed and looked away. "I'm only allowed to eat cum when I'm bad." Big Mac blushed right back. That might be the hottest thing he'd ever hear, and never in all his life had he felt so guilty to be turned on. His dick was, involuntarily, all the way out of his sheeth. He better take care of that before Applebloom sees him, "J-just eat your kibble!" The human's eyes widened, "You mean I can have it!?" Big Mac nearly rolled his eyes, "What you think I got it out for?" The human looked down again, and muttered, "To taunt me," Big Mac groaned, but his face slowly turned compassionate, "I ain't like that. Go ahead and eat your kibble." "Thank you Master," The human smiled. Then, embarrassingly, looked between Big Mac's legs, "D-do you still want me to take care of that, Master?" Big Mac blushed, "N-no, I-I can handle it. Just-just eat your kibble." The human hesitantly nodded, wearing a very grateful face, "Thank you, Master!" The human then shoved his face into the bowl of human food. Chowing down on it as greedily as a dog. "S-stay here until I get back," Big Mac ordered, and quickly fled upstairs. He didn't even wait for the human to acknowledge him. Once he got to his room he slammed the door shut. He was panting, near hyperventilating. WHAT THE BUCK JUST HAPPENED?! He groaned as he felt his dick throb. It really hurt from how hard it was... which only proceeded to make Big Mac feel like a terrible pony. Still, he had no choice, he couldn't will it away, so he had to take care of this the old fashion way. He hopped onto his bed and laid on his back, pulling a condom from the bedside drawer, so as to not make a mess, and slid it on his now leaking dick. Then he touched it with both his hooves. Being a pony his cock was nearly the size of his legs. Blushing, and feeling worse and worse that he effectively got this way from looking at an abused sex slave, he started pumping his dick with his hooves... he only felt worse as he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. He just couldn't help but imagine what would have happened... if he hadn't stopped the human... • "Naughty boys don't deserve kibble, do they?" Big Mac imagined himself saying to the chastised looking human. "No Master," The human whimpered, that same pitiful whimper that tickled his groin. "No they don't," imaginary Big Mac was adamant, "They have to make it up to their masters, don't they?" "Yes Master," The humans eyes started to fill with unshed tears. "And how do they make it up to them?" Big Mac cruelly asked. "W-with a proper apology..." The human stuttered. "T-to their privates..." the human trailed off, embarrassed at being forced to say it. "That's right," Big Mac nodded, "And if you make me believe your apology, I will let you eat my cum. It's the only meal you deserve today," "I'll be good Master!" The human swore. "Prove it!" The next image was of the human sucking Big Mac's cock. The human had to keep his back straight as he stood on all fours, swaying his body back and forth to please the massive cock. Big Mac could imagine just how tight it was to be in that little mouth. His dick going down the human's throat and practically into his stomach. Well the human gobbled his cock, Big Mac was busy slapping his ass with a switch. All the while telling the human how "Bad" he was. "Bad Bad Bad human," Imaginary Big Mac scolded. "Good little humans do not behave the way you just did. You're lucky I don't take this switch to your balls!" Big Mac suddenly got an image, his human over his lap as the Stallion repeatedly hit the boy's balls with the switch. The Human held his chastity cage out of the way, "Like a good boy," so that his master could properly punish him. The human was still screaming at the top of his lungs each time the switch hit his small testicles. He was crying and wailing, but doing his best to hold still. However his "best" was not enough, as he was still wiggling too much. Big Mac had to give him an extra 10 minutes for that. Suddenly the human was on all fours again, as Big Mac shoved his massive cock up his ass. The human cried, "MASTER! PLEASE MASTER!!! IT'S TOO BIG!!!" Finally Big Mac pictured himself cumming into the human's food bowl, all over the kibble, before putting it on the floor in front of the human. "I guess you earned some proper food as well." The human grinned eagerly, shoving his face into the bowl like he had in real life. Only this time when he looked up his face was covered in cum and kibble. "Thank you Master!" he declared with pure gratitude in his voice. • Big Mac exploded, Cumming harder then he ever had in his life... then feeling even more horrible then he had before. Shame washed over him at the things he imagined himself doing to that poor little human. Hadn't the kid been through enough without Big Mac adding to it. The Stallion couldn't picture himself actually doing those things to the boy but even fantasizing about it was horrible... there could be only one solution, BLAME Twilight! Her and her stupid Stallion on Stallion ship fics Spike showed him. Ch3: Perspective of ManMaster was acting pretty weird around him, after he came back into the kitchen. The Stallion hastily put the bag of Kibble in the pantry, well refusing to look at the boy, and having a weird expression he had never seen on an Equine before, guilt... Over what the human couldn't fathom. Maybe the pony was in trouble for buying him? Hopefully the human wouldn't have to go back... he kinda liked it here. Thankfully Master calmed down after a little while. The Stallion even kept his promise. After he took the chest away (to who-knows-where but, if the human knew Equines half as well as he thought he did, he would be seeing that again real soon) the Stallion had taken 10 minutes to install a rod under the corner table, so he could put up a curtain. The curtain being an old torn up blanket that the pony cut in half, in order to make it work as a curtain... it was blue with dragons of various colors on it, being ridden by ponies in majestic armor... looked pretty cool, and the holes in the fabric actually made it, so it wasn't too dark under the table when the curtain was closed. Master said he had the blanket since he was a foal, and just couldn't bring himself to throw it away, but he was happy to finally find a use for it. Master even threw a few worn comforters under the table, so the human could keep warm... "Don't know how wild humans manage to keep warm in winter," Master tried to make small talk, as he guided the human out the door, once they were finished... Master wasn't very good at it. He kept pausing, trying to get the human to say something without asking a direct question... regardless what the old mare said, the boy hadn't made idle chitchat in years... he didn't really remember how... so they both kinda just stood their awkwardly... Master didn't seem to be a big talker either, but he was trying to get the boy interested in trying it. Still The human wasn't willing to talk about what "wild" humans did. That seemed like an obvious trick. He was supposed to pretend his old life never happened, which was easy enough... he didn't really remember it. "Ya got no fur," Master pointed out, as they walked out of the house. Then the Stallion quickly, expertly, strapped himself back into the cart. The human self-consciously looked down, at himself. He had a weird patch of fur here or there. One above his dick, another on his arm pits, on the top of his head, and even his eyebrows had a thin strip of fur on them. But yeah, other then that he was as bold as a naked mole rat. "H-humans used to have lots of fur," The human dared to say. He paused for a moment, waiting to see what his new master would do ,since he spoke out of turn. When nothing happened he talked a little more, "But evolution kinda bred it out of us." He hesitantly ran a hand over his smooth arm. Master raised an eyebrow, "I wonder how that happened," The human didn't dare reply to that. It was pushing it enough, just admitting to know what "evolution" was... humans weren't suppose to be educated in such things. From what little schooling the boy had, before he was captured, ancient humans developed "hair removal" gadgets... they used them so much, the body adapted and fur just kinda stopped growing there... which was kinda stupid cause now they had no natural protection against the cold... "Humans sew together animal skins, into cloaks for winter gear," The human hadn't realized he said it until it was too late. He immediately flinched but master didn't seem to mind... he seemed... curious... "Animal skins?" Master blinked. "Y-yes Master," The boy hesitantly nodded. "We sew together animal skins, stuffed with cotton from our farms. That keeps us warm." The farms were kept miles away from the actual tribe, with no roads. It made it harder to get to, but it also made it so ponies couldn't figure out where the village was... at least it was suppose to... "Hmmm," Master thought on it. "Don't go telling Fluttershy about that. She'll have a right fit." "Yes Master," The human obediently nodded, making a mental note to avoid this 'Fluttershy' if he could... he probably wouldn't have a choice, if they were one of Master's friends. Master finally got himself strapped in, it looked like a lot of work with hooves, then started walking over to the barn. The boy made sure to stay by his Master's side. Master gave him another light wack to his bottom to get him moving. "Maybe I should look into getting ya some regular winter gear?" Master thought. "Or maybe I can cast a warming spell on ya!" he grinned eagerly. Master seemed super excited by the idea of having a practical use for magic. So the human didn't tell him about the winter cloak that was probably at the bottom of his care chest. That cloak was made out of synthetic materials... and was kinda itchy... The human never liked wearing it, so hopefully master could get the hang of his magic before winter, and cast the spell on him instead. Master parked the cart in the barn, then got in an argument with the filly about moving her stuff, so that they could share the upper floor. The filly did NOT seem happy about that, which only upset master. She quieted down when Master threatened to tell their family matriarch about her backtalking. Still the filly pouted the whole time as she and master moved all her stuff to the right side of the upper floor. The human wasn't allowed to help with that. Master thought the furniture and barrels might be too heavy for him. When they were done, Master ordered him, but in a strangely gentle way, to help 'Applebloom' organize her stuff. Then the Stallion got to work on bringing up his own furniture. First, on Applebloom's insistence, Master brought up some weird looking bookcases. They were nice and well crafted, sturdy. Even with intricate patterns carved into the wood, but they were weird, in the sense, they had shelves built into both the front and back of them. The Young Mistress, errr the matriarch might like it more if he called the filly "Madam", anyway the Young Madam insisted on separating the top floor with the bookcases. That way she still had privacy, and the extra storage space would "make up" for losing the physical space. It took more then an hour until Master finally came back to check on him. "Applebloom?" Master called as he walked into her side of the upper floor. There was a good 10 feet between the end of bookshelves and the railing, so plenty of room for multiple creatures to walk. "Yeah?" Applebloom looked over at him. The human was still organizing her new setup. He was pretty good at organizing and labeling things. The human was currently holding a small box of... raisins? Some kind of dehydrated berries anyway... but they were pink with some specs of green. "That ointment ready yet?" asked Master. Applebloom rolled her eyes, with far too much attitude. She pointed a hoof at a nearby table, where a small Cauldron bubbled. "It's still cooking, got another 13 minutes before I need to add the blood." The pale human went even whiter. Then pitifully whimpered as Applebloom snapped. "How many times Ah got to tell ya! It ain't gonna hurt!" The human was trembling at her tone, and the idea of having his blood used in a potion. "Applebloom!" Master snapped right back. "Just cuz yer mad at me, don't give ya no right to take it out on an abused critter! Especially not when he's been kind enough to help ya rearrange yer stuff! APOLOGIZE!" he growled out the last word. Applebloom sighed, but it was strangely one of true regret, "Sorry..." she said in a small voice to the human. The human couldn't figure out what just happened. No one had ever apologized to him before, and he had certainly had worse things said to him. All the filly did was use a scary tone and now she was apologizing for it? Then again, this was the same filly that wanted to stab him and take his blood... but that was so they could heal him... To say he was confused was an understatement. Still he said what was expected of him, "It's alright Young Madam. I'll do better." The fillies ears pinned in despair but the boy couldn't figure out why. He hoped he hadn't said something to offend her. "Come on little fella," Master waved at him. "It's time for your break anyway. Then I need your help putting away my stuff. Applebloom can handle things from here." Applebloom hung her head, but the human was too confused to act immediately to the order, like he was trained to. "Did I do something wrong?" The human dared asked. "You're not the one who did something wrong," Master insisted, but that only confused the boy more. Applebloom gently took, the box out of his arms, While Master waved him over. The human gave one last confused look at the filly, before obeying his master and returning to his side of the lab... it looked... kinda cool. Really nice furniture covering the walls, but there was a wide open space in the center of the room. Master had placed normal bookcases against the far wall to the left. They were actually covering the entire wall. Then he had a bunch of dressers, a couple rectangular tables, and a desk against the middle wall. There were only three walls, as behind him led to a rather steep fall, and the other 3/4th of the barn... it was a really big barn though, so they had lots of space on the upper floor. The walls were pretty crowded though, but the boy had seen the labs of his trainers, and it was almost cliche how well this set up fit that. This is what a wizard's domain was supposed to look like, as far as the human knew. There was still plenty of open space, in the center of the room. It was just the walls that looked cluttered. Still lots and lots of space to walk around, and practice his spells. The furniture even looked well crafted and expensive... for the most part. The human noticed a shabby looking table, with a similar makeshift curtain like the one in the kitchen. It made sense, master wouldn't want to let him sleep under the good table. He might ruin it. Still the human was just grateful, there was a comfortable place for him in his master's workshop. The boy figured he'd be spending a lot of time in here. Master smiled at him, "What do you think?" The human gulped at that kind of question. He hoped he would get the answer right. "It looks very professional, Master. Like a legitimate wizard's lab." That seemed to be the thing to say. "Eeeee-yup," Master smiled. "Sorry I had to use one of the picnic tables for your room," pointing at the shabby table. "Grannie would have thrown a fit if I drilled into one of Great Grand Poppies hoof made tables." "I don't mind," The Human assured, "Thank you, Master," he quickly added. Master nodded, "We usually use those cheap tables for our family reunions, but I'm sure Grannie won't mind I used one for you." That... worried the human. Hopefully the Apple Matriarch didn't take away his bed. Master legitimately didn't seem worried about it. The Stallion smiled at him, and started guiding him over to the shabby table. Pulling back the curtain, Master revealed another doggie bed, with a big bowl of water next to it, on the floor. Then a big chest at the other side of the bed. The table was a couple of feet longer, then the one in the kitchen. So there was more then enough space for the chest, and then some. "Open it," Master ordered, but in a kind way, with a smile on his face. Still the human gulped. There was NEVER anything good in chest. ESPECIALLY when an Equine demanded you open it yourself. Still the boy got on his knees and crawled under the table. He obediently opened the chest... and blinked... then blinked some more. Well yeah, this wasn't the same chest master got from the human tamers, it was obviously more warn and made of a different wood, but he certainly didn't expect... this... "These were mine when I was a colt," Master smiled, pulling out one of the 6 inch pony action figures. It was somekind of space cowcolt. The figure looked like it must be from some old cartoon, but the human wasn't allowed to read comic strips, so he wouldn't know... he didn't even know how to read, so it's not like he would get anything out of those... still... this was a large collection of toys... in his designated area... did he dare dream? "And now," Master smiled, "They're yours." The human was stunned. "You picked a few action figures for your toys," Master went on. "so I reckoned you might appreciate these." "They're really mine?" The human dared to ask. Master kept his kind smile, "Eeyup." For a split second the human forgot his place. He lept out from under the table, and wrapped his arms around the pony. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" he reapeated, hugging the pony tight. It was kinda stupid and childish to like toys but... toys were the only familiar thing the Saddle Arabians exposed him to... they were also the only form of entertainment he was allowed... because Equines thought he was cute while playing with them... Suddenly the boy stiffened as he realized what he had done. Before he could jump back and beg forgiveness, the pony wrapped one of his legs round him, pressing the boy tightly against him. The pony even started nuzzling him... it was nice... The boy wanted to cry. No pony had ever been this kind to him. He wasn't an idiot. He figured this couldn't last. His master might be kinder then the horses who trained him, but he was still an Equine... He didn't expect his life to suddenly become rainbows and sunshine. He still expected harsh beatings and humiliating "punishments" when he didn't actually do anything wrong, but his masters wanted to punish him... he still expected to cry and scream in pain when his master wanted to... please him... The boy knew his place and had long since accepted it... But still... it was nice having a master that liked hugs, and gave him toys, and even provided comfy places to relax during the day. Hopefully this wasn't just his master easing him in on his first day... a boy can dream, right? Hopefully... hopefully his new master would still be kind tomorrow... however doubtful that was... The human gave a sharp / adorable yelp (like he was trained to) as he felt a harsh smack to his bum, just as the pony began to pull away. The human took this to mean his master was dismissing the hug. So the boy quickly let go. His bum stung a bit from the slap, but truthfully, if THAT was the only thing his new master wanted to hit, the boy would consider himself incredibly lucky... Maybe he should submit himself for a proper spanking, to show his master what a good boy he was? Master clearly liked doing it, judging by the casual swats the boy had gotten, since Master bought him... if he volunteered for a real spanking that would make Master really really happy, and the pony wouldn't be looking to make up stuff, in order to spank him if he willingly submitted himself now and then. The human hated it when Equines just made up excuses to beat him. It just wasn't fair! He always tried his best to be good! Maintenance or "play" spankings, were fine, but he hated being legitimately punished for no reason, other then his master was horny. It was much better to just volunteer himself... Not now though. Master was busy. "Now go play in your room for a bit," Master ordered, as he hoofed over the toy. The human figured the spot under the table was his 'room'... he had a room, no he had TWO ROOMS!!! The Human grinned eagerly and crawled onto his matt. It was by far the comfiest thing he had ever got to lay on. The human looked at the toy in his hand, and gently put it on the floor, in front of the chest. Then he went looking for some kind of monster for it to fight. Thre were a whole mess of generic monster figures. Master must have collected those toy bundles at one point. The boy could make out a few sets (of Dinosaurs, Monsters, and Bugs) all roughly the same size (6 to 8 inches). There were even a few duplicates. So the human gathered a few Timberwolves and had them chase after the space cowcolt. He knew better then to let the Timberwolves come anywhere close to winning the fight. Equines thought he was being "defiant", if the ponies in his games struggled at all to win... it's why he prefers Dragon figures, besides the fact dragons were cool, but Master wanted him to play with this one, specifically. So he had to be careful. Master started carrying up boxes from the cart up the ladder, one at a time... but he wasn't unpacking... maybe the human was supposed to do that? The boy left his place on the matt, and went to the boxes. Picking up a few books he started organizing them on the shelves. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" Master asked as he brought up another box. In a panic, the human immediately dropped all the books and ran back to the bed, all the while screaming, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he dove under the table, and curled up into a protective ball, waiting for punishment. Why was he being so bad today? He just kept messing up. Surely Master regretted buying him. The young Madam poked her head into this side of the lab, "What the hay?" "Language," Master sighed, putting the box down and coming over. The human trembled at his approach, but knew better then to run away. When Master got there, he started petting him again. "You're not in any trouble," Master swore, gently petting him, "Everything is okay." Last time master did this, he actually meant it. So the human hesitantly relaxed and peeked out. "I'm not going to hurt you," Master promised, "I actually appreciate the help, but you must be tired after helping Applebloom for so long." not really... he had just organizing the potions ingredients... "Just relax for now, then you can help me... okay?" "Y-yes Master," The human couldn't help the stutter in his voice. He just did that when he was scared or uncertain. He knew how much Equines hated it. "Good Boy," Master lightly patted him, and started walking away. The human just blinked, once again he had acted up, and once again his master refrained from punishing him... was he waiting for tonight before bed? The human gulped at the thought. "Actually," The Young Mistress got Master's attention, just before he got to the ladder. "I need to collect the blood sample now." The human stiffened, while Master gave an exacerbated sigh. "Can't you wait until he calms down?" Master strangely asked. Maybe human blood did something weird, in potions, when the human was scared? "Not really," Young Madam explained. "If I don't add the ingredients, at precisely the right time, it will go bad and I'll have to start over." Master let out another sigh and called to the human, " Come here boy." The human did the absolute worst thing that any master definitely couldn't forgive... he froze. He stayed right where he was, when Master was calling him over. Master sighed again and started walking over. "I'm coming!" the boy screamed and jumped out of bed, scraping his knee as he frantically got out. The WORST possible thing a master could do was get you themselves. None of them liked it, and they ALWAYS gave harsh punishments for it. How could he be so stupid! Was... was he testing his boundaries? Maybe subconsciously? The horses who trained him, were always talking about how humans were naturally rebellious, and needed constant physical correction or they would disrespect their masters... he hoped that wasn't what he was doing... The boy tried to prove he wasn't like that. He ran over to his master, as fast as he could, and immediately stopped in front of him. The boy stood at full attention, well bracing himself for the hit... but master... just kinda... nuzzled him... "It's alright," Master promised, leaving the human thoroughly confused... yeah... the Stallion probably was waiting to punish the boy tonight... probably making a mental list of his transgressions... The boy gulped. Master was busy today. He didn't have time to properly punish his new pet over every little thing. The boy really should be on his best behavior today, especially since Master just got him. "I hate to rush you," Applebloom tried. "but if I don't add the ingredients within the next minute, I'll have to start all over again." Master sighed, "Alright," He gently nudged the human back over to Applebloom's side. The boy started shaking, but obeyed Master's silent order. He soon found himself sitting on a stool, in front of the Cauldron. The Young Madam took a needle out of a small dish of rubbing alcohol. She held the end in her mouth, scrunching up her face at the undoubtedly bad taste of the liquid. Next she gently took the human's hand and... "What's dat!?" Applebloom yelped in surprise as she pointed out her window. The human instinctively turned his head, then yelped as he felt a quick sting in his index finger. Looking back to her she was holding his finger over the Cauldron, and squeezing it with her hooves. There was definitely pressure there but it didn't really hurt. A single drop of blood fell into the Cauldron. She let go of his hand and started stirring with a large wooden spoon. The human immediately started sucking on his finger, as the solution turned from green to white. "That wasn't so bad," Applebloom smiled at him as she stirred. "Was it?" "No Young Madam," The human automatically said. Master asked, "How long it gonna take now?" "Not long," Said Applebloom. "I just got to stir it until it turns into a paste." "M-Master," The human tried. He didn't want the Stallion to get in trouble, but Master clearly had forgotten. "Your matriarch wants you to... hose me down before letting me in the house, after we're done working..." he didn't dare make a suggestion of what they should do though. Thankfully the Young Madam seemed to make the connection. "Really?" the teenager tilted her head then looked at Big Mac. "You better wait to put the ointment on him til after we're done out here." Master blinked, "You want me to apply it? You're the Potion Mare." Applebloom rolled her eyes, "He's got bruises, welts, and cuts all over his flank and even on his," She blushed. "On his bucking BITS!!! I ain't touching that!" Master blushed back, not having thought of that. "Besides," Applebloom huffed. "He's your critter. It's your job to handle gross stuff like that." Master sighed, "Eeeyep," then nudged the human off the stool, and gave him another swat to his rear, accompanied by an order to "Get" to his "Room".
Ch1: Shopping SpreeSapience, it is defined by, "Awareness of Mind and Magic". It is universally agreed on, that all "truly Sapient" creatures have some kind of magic. Ponies, Griffins, even Diamond Dogs, they all had magic coursing through them. Unicorns and Pegasi were the most obvious, but the races from all the other kingdoms, had some kind of magical potential as well. Although, most of them couldn't tap into it, without use of a wand. Basically anything that could use a wand was considered "Sapient"... and there was a wand right there. It was battered up, with more then a few bite marks on the handle, but there it was... a wand... There were even a bunch of beginner spell books, for sale on how to use it. One for each of the 7 schools of spell casting, even some on magical crafts. Rune and Enchantments would be good books to get, with the spell books. Oh! They even had a bunch of different books for potions (Novice level to Mastery). Applebloom would love those! It could be something they could do together, for years to come. Big Mac grinned eagerly. He always loved it when the Saddle Aarabian merchants came into town. They had parked their small wagon in the middle of the market district and were encouraging ponies to look around inside. The thing had an impressive extension charm on it. Making the inside, the size of a warehouse despite the wagon's limited dimensions. OOOOOOOO!!!! There was a scroll on how to make things bigger on the inside to! Big Mac eagerly shoved the books, and a number of scrolls, into his metal shopping cart. Then gingerly put the chewed up wand on the seat. Since he was a small colt, Big Mac had always wanted to learn magic. He had been saving for this for years. Now, thanks to his cut of this years Cider sales, he finally had enough money to get into the art of spell casting. Sure it was a second hoof wand, but that just meant he could get more books for it... though the books were kinda beat up themselves... which meant he still had enough left over... for a familiar... He grinned eagerly, as he pushed his cart towards the "Exotic Pet" aisle. There were all kinds of amazing creatures down this section. He didn't know which to pick! These were all classified as "Intelligent Creatures". While not as intelligent as ponies, they are capable of basic reasoning skills. However, their Intelligence is actually a detriment. They are not smart enough to build tools of their own, but their intelligence does cause them to constantly question their base instincts. This results in them not truly being able to fend for themselves. As such, the pony race has taken it on themselves, to care for them. Most animals in Equestria are listed as "Intelligent Creatures". "Lower Animals", such as fish and most bugs, are far too stupid to be considered "Intelligent creatures". As such they are often used as food for carnivores. Even Pegasus are known to enjoy the occasional fish with no moral questioning. The winged ponies do need the extra protein from flying around all the time. It's not like Pegasi have an Earth Pony's magically enhanced endurance. Big Mac suddenly frowned, as he saw a cow in this section. Cows are tricky. Well they are capable of speech, they are listed as "Intelligent Creatures" and not actually any smarter then the rest of them. It's more of a "morally grey" area, but cows have proven in the past, that without Pony intervention, they could very well go extinct. Then... then there were humans... Humans were brilliant. If anything they were actually smarter then ponies. However, as they had no magical abilities, they were listed as "Intelligent Creatures"... ponies tended to round them up, force them to breed, and take their children away to be sold as pets. The humans that escaped this, lived in independent "tribes". Where they crafted weapons that were a match for pony magic... they were actually the race that invented "Firearms", which were almost immediately banned by Princess Celestia... not that the humans cared, and really who could blame them. Humans needed their guns, to protect themselves from pony slavers... cause that's what the ponies who traded them were. Humans were too bucking smart for it to be anything other then slavery. The fact human "pets" were often used for sex (and various kinks no mare would agree to) hardly helped that image. Now there weren't many humans in Equestria, just an occasional pack here or there. They only lived for 150 years at best, and that was only with the aid of pony medicine. Compared to a pony's 500 year lifespan, plus a hoof full of decades, they really were short lived creatures. Ponies couldn't even bind them as a familiar, which allowed most "Intelligent Creatures" to live in their prime until their owner died (then the critter just dropped dead). The fact ponies couldn't do this with humans was further proof they were more then simple animals. There were ancient fossils and relics, dating back millions of years, which suggested humans were once the dominant species on the planet (long before the pony tribes evolved). Regardless, because there were so few humans now, nopony thought there was a need to change the definition of "Sapient" just for them. They also wouldn't create a new category to classify them... nor even pass laws to protect them. Nopony thought of how they were treated... not even Big Mac, truth be told... not until it affected him... The red Stallion looked in one of the cages, at a barely grown "man". The human had very pale peach skin, a few freckles on his nose and cheeks, jet black hair (an uncommon color in ponies), and small bright blue eyes. He was quite the pretty boy, and "boy" was definitely a better word to describe him. The sign said he was of a "ripe" age of 18... ponies weren't even considered adults until they were 30... yet this boy was tied up in bondage gear, with a ball gag in his mouth that was dripping with drool (indicating it had been in there for a long time), a chastity device on his small dick (at least compared to ponies. Big Mac wasn't sure if it was average for humans), and a plug up his flank. The bondage forced the boy into an embarrassing position, which let Big Mac see EVERYTHING. But even that wasn't the most disturbing thing... the boy had bruises... a lot of bruises and welts all over his body... even on his balls... Big Mac gulped looking at this poor pitiful creature... he would probably be kept like this for the rest of his life. Used more as a sex toy, that can cry, then an actual pet... Big Mac continued to stare into the cage... and made a decision... • "Tarnation Big Mac!" Applejack exclaimed, as she saw him coming up the road of Sweet Apple Acres. Big Mac was busy himself, harnessed into the wooden family cart, and pulling it to the nearby farm house. He glared when AJ stopped him. She was just gaping over the near over flowing cart. It was absolutely filled with books, scrolls, cauldrons, crystals, and various other things he needed to start learning magic. "You buy the whole store!" Applejack gaped. Applebloom, who was out here tending her own garden by the corn, giggled a bit as well. After Applebloom got her cutie mark (a potion bottle with an apple coming out of the vapors) Grannie had set up a small patch of land for the filly to grow her magical plants. That way she could practice her talent of brewing potions. Grannie also hired Zecora as the filly's mentor, in exchange for some of the potion ingredients instead of bits. Ignoring all that, Big Mac rolled his eyes at AJ, "Nope," he adamantly dismissed her 'wit'. He really wasn't in the mood. Applebloom trotted over, so she could snoop into his stuff, "What's with all the dog toys?" She took note of the various chew toys, then spotted the giant bag of kibble... and then the large square box with a blanket on it. The filly laughed, "Grannie is going to have your hide, when she learns you bought a pet, without asking her." Big Mac immediately stopped, his eyes slowly widening until the open air stung them. GRANNIE, how could he have forgotten about Grannie!? She was going to be seriously peeved, when she learned, not only did Big Mac get a pet, but he brought a bucking human into her house, all without asking! "What's this about a pet?" Grannie suddenly appeared, as if summoned by some dark god that liked bucking with Big Mac. Truthfully she was just bringing snacks out to AJ, as the younger mare had skipped lunch to work out in the field... again... honestly Grannie's grandchildren needed to start taking better care of themselves. Grannie wasn't going to be around forever, to look after them. Big Mac, unaware of Grannie's mental rant, gulped. Grannie looked over at the cart, full of stuff, and sighed. Before sending a glare of utter disapproval at her grandson, "How much of your savings did you end up wasting on this new hobby?" she asked. Big Mac couldn't help but fidget, feeling like a naughty colt that just spent his entire allowance on candy, "A lot..." he admitted. Grannie sighed, her colt wasting his money like this, did nothing to smooth her concerns. "We'll circle back to that later," she promised, "Fur now let's take a look at this critter you got." Big Mac hesitantly nodded. He unstrapped himself from the cart, and circled around to the back of it. He tenderly picked up the large "box", only needing one of his hooves. He was careful not to shake it, as he trotted back over to Grannie. Finally he put the box on the ground, in front of the family Apple Matriarch, before removing the blanket. Grannie stared at the large box, and realized it was actually a much too small cage. The occupant had to curl itself in the fetal position, hugging it's legs, in order to fit. The creature wasn't bound in bondage gear anymore, but he didn't need to be, with what little room he had in the traveling cage. The gag had also been removed... but the critter hadn't said a word, not since Big Mac bought him, and the Horses stuffed the boy in the tiny cage. Applejack exclaimed, "YOU GOT A HUMAN!!!" completely missing the point. Grannie didn't, "Looks like the critter has had it rough." she made note of all the bruises and welts. Then, the old Mare's eyes went to studying Big Mac. The barely grown Stallion shifted uncomfortably, "I..." He tried to force himself to say, "I couldn't leave him there," Grannie continued to stare for a moment, then sighed. The colt really was so much like his mother, "such a bleeding heart," she muttered under her breath, before opening the cage door. The human flinched, clearly feeling safer in the cage. They would have to buy a bigger one, that he actually fit in. That way the human could have his own 'Safe space' he could go if he was feeling stressed. "Come on out little critter, let's have a look at ya," Grannie encouraged. The human struggled a bit to move, but he obviously had lots of practice getting out of this tiny cage. When he stood in front of them, Big Mac was able to note that he was just a little smaller then AJ. The mare only had a few inches on him. Grannie took note of the chastity cage on the human's dick, and said to Big Mac, "If yu'r gonna keep that on him, which ah highly suggest ya do, ya better milk his prostate at least once a week to relieve the build up." Big Mac blushed, but nodded his understanding, "The horses gave me a bunch of stuff for his care." That stuff was actually a mandatory part of the purchase. The horses said they couldn't legally sell exotic pets, without including a book on their care, as well as maintenance equipment (which humans had a lot of). Big Mac had to buy the toys himself though. He let the human pick out a few he liked. Although the critter had just pointed at them, and not said anything then either. Big Mac was beginning to wonder if he was mute. "Why you got to keep that metal thing on his wiener?" Applebloom innocently asked. Grannie explained, "Humans have an over active libido. It's just unseemly to see them walking around with erections all the time." The human continued to stand there at attention. Although he did break out into a blush, as that little tidbit was explained to the foal. "We best do something about these bruises," Grannie frowned, "Wouldn't do for folks to think WE put him through that." She looked over at Applebloom, "You got any potions that will help?" The barely teenage filly shook her head, "Potions don't work like that. The reason all magical beings can use them, is because they work with a creature's own internal magic, to effect their biology. Humans don't have magic, so they don't do anything, just taste bad... "I can try an ointment, I guess. Those cause direct healing through chemical changes in the body, instead of through the magical pathways... but they aren't very effective. "It will take 13 hours to fully heal all the bruises, plus an hour just to make it. I got the ingredients but I don't keep any of the actual ointments on hoof," "You best start," Grannie advised, "We need first aid supplies in case he gets hurt or sick," Applebloom sighed, "That's easier said then done, Grannie. Each ointment needs to be tuned directly to the species it's used for. I'll need to collect a lot of his blood, so I can add a drop to each batch." The human stiffened. Applebloom immediately assured, "It won't hurt. It's no different then donating blood at a blood bank." Big Mac rolled his eyes, like a domesticated human would ever have been put through that. "We best take him to the vet for that." "Tomorrow," Grannie insisted. "After he's healed up." "On it!" Applebloom saluted, then galloped back over to her garden, to gather the ingredients. Grannie rolled her eyes, at the fillies antics. Before looking back at Big Mac. "I'll go into town and make an appointment with the vet. We need to have him fully checked out and add him to their files... did you buy him a bed?" "I got two for larger dogs, and figured that will work," Big Mac shrugged. Grannie blinked, "Why two?" "One for the living room and one for my room," Big Mac shrugged again. Grannie nodded, "Good thinking, but he'll probably want to sleep in your bed, once he gets used to ya." She looked back at the cart, "Unpack all your magic stuff in the upper floor of the barn. You can share Applebloom's lab." "Thanks Grannie," Big Mac smiled, this would be a perfect way to bond with Applebloom. Grannie waved it off, "If ya need bookcases, or furniture, just take 'em out of the shed out back. Be careful with it, most of that stuff was yer Great Grandfathers." "Eeyup," Big Mac nodded his understanding. Grannie's eyes turned back at the human, still standing at attention. "Don't you talk?" The human flushed, "Yes Mistress, but-" he instantly stopped, looking worried. Grannie raised an eyebrow, "But what?" "I'm only supposed to answer direct questions, Mistress," He spoke clearly, but somehow his voice sounded overly shy, submissive? "Call me Grannie. Ma'am or Apple Matriarch, if yu'r feeling more formal," Grannie corrected, "Mistress makes me sound like Ahm some kind of sex deviant," "Yes Mis- Apple Matriarch," The boy quickly corrected himself. Grannie smiled, and ruffled his hair with a hoof. "Good boy" the kid looked absolutely ecstatic at the small praise. Grannie went on, "Ya know all those rules ya were trained with." "Yes Apple Matriarch!" The boy practically swore by them. "Forget them," Grannie informed. The human tilted his head and gave a VERY confused look. "We're your owners now, right?" The boy adamantly nodded, "Yes Apple Matriarch," "So that means we make the rules, right?" A more hesitant nod from the human, "Y-yes A-Apple Matriarch..." Grannie gave a nod of her own, "One of your new rules is, if ya want to say something ya say it, unless specifically told to be quiet. Ya won't be punished unless yer comments are rude, disrespectful, or use bad language. That sound fair?" The boy gulped, clearly not knowing what to say. Grannie sighed, "Ahm not trying to trick ya. This ain't some kind of test. Ahm 517 years old. Ah've raised dozens of foals over the centuries. Ahm used to constant chatter going on throughout the house. A quiet and meek boy, too scared to speak, is something Ah don't know how to deal with. Think ya can help an old mare out?" The boy hesitantly nodded, "Y-yes Ma'am." "Good boy," She ruffled his mane again. The boy blushed again, but however uncertain, he looked he still leaned his head in, to accept the pets. "We'll go over the other rules, once Ah get back," Grannie smiled. "For now, help your new Master unpack his magic gear, and put yer new stuff in a corner in the kitchen." Big Mac tilted his head, "Kitchen?" Grannie dismissed, "We're in there more often then the living room. It would help him feel more like family," All of a sudden, the old mare glared at Big Mac, and spoke with stern authority. "Humans are a lot weaker then ponies. Weaker even then unicorns. DO NOT STRAIN HIM. If he looks like he is struggling to carry something, don't let him carry it. He will hurt himself. "Encourage him to take breaks every hour, and spray him down with the hose, when your finished moving everything into the lab. "Humans have something called 'Sweat Glands'. Which makes stinky water leak out of their pours, when they exert themselves, or get hot. I don't want him in the house when he's like that... and keep him off the furniture. Don't need him sweating on the couch," ... that sounded... pretty gross... "Eeyup," Big Mac nodded his understanding. "You get a tag for him?" Grannie asked, "Name him yet?" "eeee- nope," Big Mac shook his head, "Got a collar, with a tag, but that just says our address." Grannie nodded, "Unpack his stuff first and put the collar on him. We'll have a family meeting to discuss names later. "As she turned she called, "Come along Applejack. I'll need your help in town," as the old mare began to walk off. "Sure thing, Grannie!" AJ called. The younger mare took a moment to ruffle the boy's mane, before heading off herself. Big Mac gave the human an affectionate nudge, "Come on little guy. We need to get everything unpacked before Grannie gets back."
Ch2: Bad ThoughtsBig Mac parked the family cart, in front of the house, and started getting the stuff for the human's care out. It was a decently sized chest, but didn't seem to weigh a lot to him. He absentmindedly hoofed it over to the human, as he reached for the open box of pet toys. The horses packed everything he bought in boxes, instead of shopping bags. However strange that was, they did go the extra mile and organize his stuff for him while they packed it. The human obediently grabbed the chest, by the handles on it's sides, but the moment Big Mac let go the whole thing fell to the floor, taking the human with it. The boy's face collided with the hard wood of the chest as he toppled over. Big Mac jumped as he heard the crash, and looked to see the human clutching his nose and sitting on the dirty ground. Big Mac gaped. Yeah, Grannie told him humans are weak, but he thought they would be stronger then that! Big Mac quickly galloped around the chest, to get to the human, but the moment he was within reach the boy let out a scream. The critter curled up in as tight a ball as he could, using his arms and knees, to protect his vital organs, while he buried his head in his hands. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He just kept repeating in a terrified wail. Big Mac just stood there, mesmerized. He had NEVER seen anything react like this. He didn't know what to do, and doing nothing wasn't helping. The boy actually started shaking as the seconds went by, waiting for Big Mac to hurt him... Big Mac's face turned green. His stomach swirled around, but he forced himself to push through it. He laid a gentle hoof on the human, who let out a cry from expected pain, "It's okay," Big Mac assured as he began petting him. "You're not in trouble. It was my fault." By the boy's shaking it was obvious he didn't believe him. Big Mac sighed. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. So he just sat down and continued to pet the human. The boy seemed to like it when Grannie ruffled his mane. So Big Mac stroked his hoof up and down the creature's back... he never was good at comforting anypony. This proved that, as the human continued to shake for a good ten minutes. Eventually the boy calmed down enough to hesitantly peek out. Big Mac spotted a trail of dried blood from his nose. He went to inspect it, but the human quickly buried his face in his hands again. Big Mac sighed, "Ah ain't gonna hurt ya. Ah need to make sure your nose ain't broken... can ya sit up for me?" The human let out a whimper but quickly, far too quickly, untangled himself and sat up. It was obvious he still expected to be hit. Big Mac slowly, as if dealing with a wounded animal, put his hoof under the human's chin and tilted the boy's head up. He gently moved the human's head side to side before lightly touching his nose. He could 'feel' the cartilage through the magic in his hoof. It seemed to be intact. He wasn't a Doctor but he knew enough about taking care of critters, from spending his whole life on a farm, to recognize breaks. Thankfully the nose was just a little swollen. Big Mac moved his hoof to the top of the human's head and ruffled his mane. Giving an affectionate. "Good boy," as he did so. The human seemed to like it when Grannie called him that... right now, he just looked confused. Big Mac gave another sigh, taking his hoof away. "New rule," the human stiffened, but Big Mac continued, "If I hoof you something, and you don't think you are strong enough to lift it, you tell me. I don't want you hurting yourself like this again, understand?" The human hesitantly nodded... but Big Mac wasn't sure if he was actually willing to do that. Sighing, Big Mac stood up and he walked back to the cart. He pulled out the two beds, the large kibble bag, and the box of pet supplies he bought himself, and put them on the ground. He wasn't actually letting the human help him with this right now. When he was done, he did trust the human with one of the rolled up dog beds, which was only about a foot shorter then the human. The boy hesitantly took it, but this time Big Mac made sure he could actually lift it, before letting go. Next Big Mac hauled the rest of the pet stuff onto his back. Once that was taken care of, Big Mac signaled the human to follow him inside. "Pick a corner you like and setup your bed, " Big Mac ordered as he put the stuff next to the table. "Y-yes Master," The human obediently nodded, and looked around the room. He found an out of the way spot by the fridge... there was technically a second table there. Rectangular but not that wide or long, it was only for chopping vegetables and making sandwiches after all. But the human unrolled his matt under it anyway. Taking up no excess space as a result. Big Mac frowned, but decided to let him, if it made him feel more comfortable... actually... "I can attach a curtain there, if you like, give you some privacy." The human looked truly flabbergasted by the concept. Big Mac chose to ignore the expression as he went over to the sink. He waved the human over as he wet a paper towel. The boy looked worried for some reason but did as ordered. "Hold still," advised Big Mac as he got to work scrubbing the blood out from under the boy's nose. Then he jammed the paper towel up his nostrils to get any leftover blood out. He expected the boy to fidget a little but the human stayed perfectly still, as ordered... it was a little creepy how obedient he was. When he was finished, Big Mac turned the human around and gave a light smack to his flank, just to get him going, "Get on your bed." The human gave an adorable yelp of surprise, but then quickly ran passed the circular table, in the middle of the room, and crawled under the rectangular one. It was just long enough, and high enough, so that the human could comfortably stand under there (on all fours that is). He even had enough room to sit up... Seeing the human on all fours on his new bed... with his little dick locked up in that chastity cage... Big Mac blushed as he felt his own dick start to poke out his sheath. The fact the human started wiggling his bottom, as if trying to wag a tail he didn't have, didn't help. Big Mac shook his head and tried to ignore it. The red Stallion went back over to the chest, and opened it up (with the intention of unpacking), but the moment his brain registered some of the things in that chest, he slammed it shut. The human jumped at the noise, and gave him a worried look... he would probably be more nervous if he knew what was in that chest... Big Mac's face flushed a deeper shade of red... yeah... this stuff definitely shouldn't be left in the kitchen. Maybe buried deep in his closet, where it would never see the light of day, but not the kitchen... Trying to forget about what he saw in the chest, but the tingling in his groin not letting him, Big Mac picked up another box and trotted over to the human. Setting it down he reached in with his mouth and started taking out the toys. There were some squeaky plastic bones and some balls, but most of them were Dragon plushies and action figures. The boy clearly liked Dragons. Wonder how he'll react when he meets Spike. Next Big Mac took the collar out of the box, and fastened it around the boy's neck, making sure it wasn't too tight. It was blue, to match his eyes, with a chrome Apple shaped tag... Big Mac had picked that out himself... it looked good on the boy... Big Mac gulped as he felt a greater stirring in his loins, trying desperately to keep his dick in his sheath. He usually had more control then this. Ignoring his urge, Big Mac stuck his head back into the box, and pulled out two bowls (kept in the same doggie dish holder). Big Mac took the bowls over to the sink, filling one with tap water and scooping up some kibble from the bag with the other. There was still enough empty space, left under the table, to put the bowls on the hardwood floor. The human just looked at the bowls, as they were slid in front of him. A pitiful whimper vibrated in the boy's throat (the sound most certainly not helping the tingling in Big Mac's groin). "Do you not like it?" Big Mac asked, "It's special human food," the bag said it was designed with Alchemy magic." It was pure nutrient that was absorbed completely by the human body, leaving no waste behind... basically it made it so humans didn't have to poop like many animals did. That was pretty gross and Big Mac didn't want to deal with that. Pony bodies, or any "Sapient" creature for that matter, weren't built that way. They didn't excrete waste. What wasn't used to nourish the body was used as raw fuel for the magical pathways (Disintegrated into nothing inside the body). Buck, ponies didn't even have intestines, and their anus was purely used for sex without risk of pregnancy.... not sure how those developed in males though... but he was thankful for it... "M-Master?" The human gulped, clearly scared to ask something. "Yes?" Big Mac asked. "May..." He tried to force himself to ask. "May I eat? The merchants didn't feed me breakfast," Big Mac's eyes widened, "They didn't?" The human looked down, "I was bad..." "Ain't nothing you could have done that makes starving you okay," Big Mac glared, unfortunately the human didn't realize the anger wasn't directed at him, and shrank in on himself. Big Mac sighed and nodded his head. "Eeyup, you can eat." Strangely the human crawled out from under the table, away from his bowl. He went under Big Mac's legs, and- "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Big Mac yelped as he felt a slimy / soft tongue LICK his peeking dick. The human immediately flung himself back under the table, "YOU SAID I COULD EAT!!!" The human exclaimed, as if that was a defense. "NOT MY DICK!!!" Big Mac's face was even redder then usual. "But I was bad!" The human insisted. "WHAT!?" Big Mac gaped, not seeing the connection The human blushed and looked away. "I'm only allowed to eat cum when I'm bad." Big Mac blushed right back. That might be the hottest thing he'd ever hear, and never in all his life had he felt so guilty to be turned on. His dick was, involuntarily, all the way out of his sheeth. He better take care of that before Applebloom sees him, "J-just eat your kibble!" The human's eyes widened, "You mean I can have it!?" Big Mac nearly rolled his eyes, "What you think I got it out for?" The human looked down again, and muttered, "To taunt me," Big Mac groaned, but his face slowly turned compassionate, "I ain't like that. Go ahead and eat your kibble." "Thank you Master," The human smiled. Then, embarrassingly, looked between Big Mac's legs, "D-do you still want me to take care of that, Master?" Big Mac blushed, "N-no, I-I can handle it. Just-just eat your kibble." The human hesitantly nodded, wearing a very grateful face, "Thank you, Master!" The human then shoved his face into the bowl of human food. Chowing down on it as greedily as a dog. "S-stay here until I get back," Big Mac ordered, and quickly fled upstairs. He didn't even wait for the human to acknowledge him. Once he got to his room he slammed the door shut. He was panting, near hyperventilating. WHAT THE BUCK JUST HAPPENED?! He groaned as he felt his dick throb. It really hurt from how hard it was... which only proceeded to make Big Mac feel like a terrible pony. Still, he had no choice, he couldn't will it away, so he had to take care of this the old fashion way. He hopped onto his bed and laid on his back, pulling a condom from the bedside drawer, so as to not make a mess, and slid it on his now leaking dick. Then he touched it with both his hooves. Being a pony his cock was nearly the size of his legs. Blushing, and feeling worse and worse that he effectively got this way from looking at an abused sex slave, he started pumping his dick with his hooves... he only felt worse as he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. He just couldn't help but imagine what would have happened... if he hadn't stopped the human... • "Naughty boys don't deserve kibble, do they?" Big Mac imagined himself saying to the chastised looking human. "No Master," The human whimpered, that same pitiful whimper that tickled his groin. "No they don't," imaginary Big Mac was adamant, "They have to make it up to their masters, don't they?" "Yes Master," The humans eyes started to fill with unshed tears. "And how do they make it up to them?" Big Mac cruelly asked. "W-with a proper apology..." The human stuttered. "T-to their privates..." the human trailed off, embarrassed at being forced to say it. "That's right," Big Mac nodded, "And if you make me believe your apology, I will let you eat my cum. It's the only meal you deserve today," "I'll be good Master!" The human swore. "Prove it!" The next image was of the human sucking Big Mac's cock. The human had to keep his back straight as he stood on all fours, swaying his body back and forth to please the massive cock. Big Mac could imagine just how tight it was to be in that little mouth. His dick going down the human's throat and practically into his stomach. Well the human gobbled his cock, Big Mac was busy slapping his ass with a switch. All the while telling the human how "Bad" he was. "Bad Bad Bad human," Imaginary Big Mac scolded. "Good little humans do not behave the way you just did. You're lucky I don't take this switch to your balls!" Big Mac suddenly got an image, his human over his lap as the Stallion repeatedly hit the boy's balls with the switch. The Human held his chastity cage out of the way, "Like a good boy," so that his master could properly punish him. The human was still screaming at the top of his lungs each time the switch hit his small testicles. He was crying and wailing, but doing his best to hold still. However his "best" was not enough, as he was still wiggling too much. Big Mac had to give him an extra 10 minutes for that. Suddenly the human was on all fours again, as Big Mac shoved his massive cock up his ass. The human cried, "MASTER! PLEASE MASTER!!! IT'S TOO BIG!!!" Finally Big Mac pictured himself cumming into the human's food bowl, all over the kibble, before putting it on the floor in front of the human. "I guess you earned some proper food as well." The human grinned eagerly, shoving his face into the bowl like he had in real life. Only this time when he looked up his face was covered in cum and kibble. "Thank you Master!" he declared with pure gratitude in his voice. • Big Mac exploded, Cumming harder then he ever had in his life... then feeling even more horrible then he had before. Shame washed over him at the things he imagined himself doing to that poor little human. Hadn't the kid been through enough without Big Mac adding to it. The Stallion couldn't picture himself actually doing those things to the boy but even fantasizing about it was horrible... there could be only one solution, BLAME Twilight! Her and her stupid Stallion on Stallion ship fics Spike showed him.
Ch3: Perspective of ManMaster was acting pretty weird around him, after he came back into the kitchen. The Stallion hastily put the bag of Kibble in the pantry, well refusing to look at the boy, and having a weird expression he had never seen on an Equine before, guilt... Over what the human couldn't fathom. Maybe the pony was in trouble for buying him? Hopefully the human wouldn't have to go back... he kinda liked it here. Thankfully Master calmed down after a little while. The Stallion even kept his promise. After he took the chest away (to who-knows-where but, if the human knew Equines half as well as he thought he did, he would be seeing that again real soon) the Stallion had taken 10 minutes to install a rod under the corner table, so he could put up a curtain. The curtain being an old torn up blanket that the pony cut in half, in order to make it work as a curtain... it was blue with dragons of various colors on it, being ridden by ponies in majestic armor... looked pretty cool, and the holes in the fabric actually made it, so it wasn't too dark under the table when the curtain was closed. Master said he had the blanket since he was a foal, and just couldn't bring himself to throw it away, but he was happy to finally find a use for it. Master even threw a few worn comforters under the table, so the human could keep warm... "Don't know how wild humans manage to keep warm in winter," Master tried to make small talk, as he guided the human out the door, once they were finished... Master wasn't very good at it. He kept pausing, trying to get the human to say something without asking a direct question... regardless what the old mare said, the boy hadn't made idle chitchat in years... he didn't really remember how... so they both kinda just stood their awkwardly... Master didn't seem to be a big talker either, but he was trying to get the boy interested in trying it. Still The human wasn't willing to talk about what "wild" humans did. That seemed like an obvious trick. He was supposed to pretend his old life never happened, which was easy enough... he didn't really remember it. "Ya got no fur," Master pointed out, as they walked out of the house. Then the Stallion quickly, expertly, strapped himself back into the cart. The human self-consciously looked down, at himself. He had a weird patch of fur here or there. One above his dick, another on his arm pits, on the top of his head, and even his eyebrows had a thin strip of fur on them. But yeah, other then that he was as bold as a naked mole rat. "H-humans used to have lots of fur," The human dared to say. He paused for a moment, waiting to see what his new master would do ,since he spoke out of turn. When nothing happened he talked a little more, "But evolution kinda bred it out of us." He hesitantly ran a hand over his smooth arm. Master raised an eyebrow, "I wonder how that happened," The human didn't dare reply to that. It was pushing it enough, just admitting to know what "evolution" was... humans weren't suppose to be educated in such things. From what little schooling the boy had, before he was captured, ancient humans developed "hair removal" gadgets... they used them so much, the body adapted and fur just kinda stopped growing there... which was kinda stupid cause now they had no natural protection against the cold... "Humans sew together animal skins, into cloaks for winter gear," The human hadn't realized he said it until it was too late. He immediately flinched but master didn't seem to mind... he seemed... curious... "Animal skins?" Master blinked. "Y-yes Master," The boy hesitantly nodded. "We sew together animal skins, stuffed with cotton from our farms. That keeps us warm." The farms were kept miles away from the actual tribe, with no roads. It made it harder to get to, but it also made it so ponies couldn't figure out where the village was... at least it was suppose to... "Hmmm," Master thought on it. "Don't go telling Fluttershy about that. She'll have a right fit." "Yes Master," The human obediently nodded, making a mental note to avoid this 'Fluttershy' if he could... he probably wouldn't have a choice, if they were one of Master's friends. Master finally got himself strapped in, it looked like a lot of work with hooves, then started walking over to the barn. The boy made sure to stay by his Master's side. Master gave him another light wack to his bottom to get him moving. "Maybe I should look into getting ya some regular winter gear?" Master thought. "Or maybe I can cast a warming spell on ya!" he grinned eagerly. Master seemed super excited by the idea of having a practical use for magic. So the human didn't tell him about the winter cloak that was probably at the bottom of his care chest. That cloak was made out of synthetic materials... and was kinda itchy... The human never liked wearing it, so hopefully master could get the hang of his magic before winter, and cast the spell on him instead. Master parked the cart in the barn, then got in an argument with the filly about moving her stuff, so that they could share the upper floor. The filly did NOT seem happy about that, which only upset master. She quieted down when Master threatened to tell their family matriarch about her backtalking. Still the filly pouted the whole time as she and master moved all her stuff to the right side of the upper floor. The human wasn't allowed to help with that. Master thought the furniture and barrels might be too heavy for him. When they were done, Master ordered him, but in a strangely gentle way, to help 'Applebloom' organize her stuff. Then the Stallion got to work on bringing up his own furniture. First, on Applebloom's insistence, Master brought up some weird looking bookcases. They were nice and well crafted, sturdy. Even with intricate patterns carved into the wood, but they were weird, in the sense, they had shelves built into both the front and back of them. The Young Mistress, errr the matriarch might like it more if he called the filly "Madam", anyway the Young Madam insisted on separating the top floor with the bookcases. That way she still had privacy, and the extra storage space would "make up" for losing the physical space. It took more then an hour until Master finally came back to check on him. "Applebloom?" Master called as he walked into her side of the upper floor. There was a good 10 feet between the end of bookshelves and the railing, so plenty of room for multiple creatures to walk. "Yeah?" Applebloom looked over at him. The human was still organizing her new setup. He was pretty good at organizing and labeling things. The human was currently holding a small box of... raisins? Some kind of dehydrated berries anyway... but they were pink with some specs of green. "That ointment ready yet?" asked Master. Applebloom rolled her eyes, with far too much attitude. She pointed a hoof at a nearby table, where a small Cauldron bubbled. "It's still cooking, got another 13 minutes before I need to add the blood." The pale human went even whiter. Then pitifully whimpered as Applebloom snapped. "How many times Ah got to tell ya! It ain't gonna hurt!" The human was trembling at her tone, and the idea of having his blood used in a potion. "Applebloom!" Master snapped right back. "Just cuz yer mad at me, don't give ya no right to take it out on an abused critter! Especially not when he's been kind enough to help ya rearrange yer stuff! APOLOGIZE!" he growled out the last word. Applebloom sighed, but it was strangely one of true regret, "Sorry..." she said in a small voice to the human. The human couldn't figure out what just happened. No one had ever apologized to him before, and he had certainly had worse things said to him. All the filly did was use a scary tone and now she was apologizing for it? Then again, this was the same filly that wanted to stab him and take his blood... but that was so they could heal him... To say he was confused was an understatement. Still he said what was expected of him, "It's alright Young Madam. I'll do better." The fillies ears pinned in despair but the boy couldn't figure out why. He hoped he hadn't said something to offend her. "Come on little fella," Master waved at him. "It's time for your break anyway. Then I need your help putting away my stuff. Applebloom can handle things from here." Applebloom hung her head, but the human was too confused to act immediately to the order, like he was trained to. "Did I do something wrong?" The human dared asked. "You're not the one who did something wrong," Master insisted, but that only confused the boy more. Applebloom gently took, the box out of his arms, While Master waved him over. The human gave one last confused look at the filly, before obeying his master and returning to his side of the lab... it looked... kinda cool. Really nice furniture covering the walls, but there was a wide open space in the center of the room. Master had placed normal bookcases against the far wall to the left. They were actually covering the entire wall. Then he had a bunch of dressers, a couple rectangular tables, and a desk against the middle wall. There were only three walls, as behind him led to a rather steep fall, and the other 3/4th of the barn... it was a really big barn though, so they had lots of space on the upper floor. The walls were pretty crowded though, but the boy had seen the labs of his trainers, and it was almost cliche how well this set up fit that. This is what a wizard's domain was supposed to look like, as far as the human knew. There was still plenty of open space, in the center of the room. It was just the walls that looked cluttered. Still lots and lots of space to walk around, and practice his spells. The furniture even looked well crafted and expensive... for the most part. The human noticed a shabby looking table, with a similar makeshift curtain like the one in the kitchen. It made sense, master wouldn't want to let him sleep under the good table. He might ruin it. Still the human was just grateful, there was a comfortable place for him in his master's workshop. The boy figured he'd be spending a lot of time in here. Master smiled at him, "What do you think?" The human gulped at that kind of question. He hoped he would get the answer right. "It looks very professional, Master. Like a legitimate wizard's lab." That seemed to be the thing to say. "Eeeee-yup," Master smiled. "Sorry I had to use one of the picnic tables for your room," pointing at the shabby table. "Grannie would have thrown a fit if I drilled into one of Great Grand Poppies hoof made tables." "I don't mind," The Human assured, "Thank you, Master," he quickly added. Master nodded, "We usually use those cheap tables for our family reunions, but I'm sure Grannie won't mind I used one for you." That... worried the human. Hopefully the Apple Matriarch didn't take away his bed. Master legitimately didn't seem worried about it. The Stallion smiled at him, and started guiding him over to the shabby table. Pulling back the curtain, Master revealed another doggie bed, with a big bowl of water next to it, on the floor. Then a big chest at the other side of the bed. The table was a couple of feet longer, then the one in the kitchen. So there was more then enough space for the chest, and then some. "Open it," Master ordered, but in a kind way, with a smile on his face. Still the human gulped. There was NEVER anything good in chest. ESPECIALLY when an Equine demanded you open it yourself. Still the boy got on his knees and crawled under the table. He obediently opened the chest... and blinked... then blinked some more. Well yeah, this wasn't the same chest master got from the human tamers, it was obviously more warn and made of a different wood, but he certainly didn't expect... this... "These were mine when I was a colt," Master smiled, pulling out one of the 6 inch pony action figures. It was somekind of space cowcolt. The figure looked like it must be from some old cartoon, but the human wasn't allowed to read comic strips, so he wouldn't know... he didn't even know how to read, so it's not like he would get anything out of those... still... this was a large collection of toys... in his designated area... did he dare dream? "And now," Master smiled, "They're yours." The human was stunned. "You picked a few action figures for your toys," Master went on. "so I reckoned you might appreciate these." "They're really mine?" The human dared to ask. Master kept his kind smile, "Eeyup." For a split second the human forgot his place. He lept out from under the table, and wrapped his arms around the pony. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" he reapeated, hugging the pony tight. It was kinda stupid and childish to like toys but... toys were the only familiar thing the Saddle Arabians exposed him to... they were also the only form of entertainment he was allowed... because Equines thought he was cute while playing with them... Suddenly the boy stiffened as he realized what he had done. Before he could jump back and beg forgiveness, the pony wrapped one of his legs round him, pressing the boy tightly against him. The pony even started nuzzling him... it was nice... The boy wanted to cry. No pony had ever been this kind to him. He wasn't an idiot. He figured this couldn't last. His master might be kinder then the horses who trained him, but he was still an Equine... He didn't expect his life to suddenly become rainbows and sunshine. He still expected harsh beatings and humiliating "punishments" when he didn't actually do anything wrong, but his masters wanted to punish him... he still expected to cry and scream in pain when his master wanted to... please him... The boy knew his place and had long since accepted it... But still... it was nice having a master that liked hugs, and gave him toys, and even provided comfy places to relax during the day. Hopefully this wasn't just his master easing him in on his first day... a boy can dream, right? Hopefully... hopefully his new master would still be kind tomorrow... however doubtful that was... The human gave a sharp / adorable yelp (like he was trained to) as he felt a harsh smack to his bum, just as the pony began to pull away. The human took this to mean his master was dismissing the hug. So the boy quickly let go. His bum stung a bit from the slap, but truthfully, if THAT was the only thing his new master wanted to hit, the boy would consider himself incredibly lucky... Maybe he should submit himself for a proper spanking, to show his master what a good boy he was? Master clearly liked doing it, judging by the casual swats the boy had gotten, since Master bought him... if he volunteered for a real spanking that would make Master really really happy, and the pony wouldn't be looking to make up stuff, in order to spank him if he willingly submitted himself now and then. The human hated it when Equines just made up excuses to beat him. It just wasn't fair! He always tried his best to be good! Maintenance or "play" spankings, were fine, but he hated being legitimately punished for no reason, other then his master was horny. It was much better to just volunteer himself... Not now though. Master was busy. "Now go play in your room for a bit," Master ordered, as he hoofed over the toy. The human figured the spot under the table was his 'room'... he had a room, no he had TWO ROOMS!!! The Human grinned eagerly and crawled onto his matt. It was by far the comfiest thing he had ever got to lay on. The human looked at the toy in his hand, and gently put it on the floor, in front of the chest. Then he went looking for some kind of monster for it to fight. Thre were a whole mess of generic monster figures. Master must have collected those toy bundles at one point. The boy could make out a few sets (of Dinosaurs, Monsters, and Bugs) all roughly the same size (6 to 8 inches). There were even a few duplicates. So the human gathered a few Timberwolves and had them chase after the space cowcolt. He knew better then to let the Timberwolves come anywhere close to winning the fight. Equines thought he was being "defiant", if the ponies in his games struggled at all to win... it's why he prefers Dragon figures, besides the fact dragons were cool, but Master wanted him to play with this one, specifically. So he had to be careful. Master started carrying up boxes from the cart up the ladder, one at a time... but he wasn't unpacking... maybe the human was supposed to do that? The boy left his place on the matt, and went to the boxes. Picking up a few books he started organizing them on the shelves. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" Master asked as he brought up another box. In a panic, the human immediately dropped all the books and ran back to the bed, all the while screaming, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he dove under the table, and curled up into a protective ball, waiting for punishment. Why was he being so bad today? He just kept messing up. Surely Master regretted buying him. The young Madam poked her head into this side of the lab, "What the hay?" "Language," Master sighed, putting the box down and coming over. The human trembled at his approach, but knew better then to run away. When Master got there, he started petting him again. "You're not in any trouble," Master swore, gently petting him, "Everything is okay." Last time master did this, he actually meant it. So the human hesitantly relaxed and peeked out. "I'm not going to hurt you," Master promised, "I actually appreciate the help, but you must be tired after helping Applebloom for so long." not really... he had just organizing the potions ingredients... "Just relax for now, then you can help me... okay?" "Y-yes Master," The human couldn't help the stutter in his voice. He just did that when he was scared or uncertain. He knew how much Equines hated it. "Good Boy," Master lightly patted him, and started walking away. The human just blinked, once again he had acted up, and once again his master refrained from punishing him... was he waiting for tonight before bed? The human gulped at the thought. "Actually," The Young Mistress got Master's attention, just before he got to the ladder. "I need to collect the blood sample now." The human stiffened, while Master gave an exacerbated sigh. "Can't you wait until he calms down?" Master strangely asked. Maybe human blood did something weird, in potions, when the human was scared? "Not really," Young Madam explained. "If I don't add the ingredients, at precisely the right time, it will go bad and I'll have to start over." Master let out another sigh and called to the human, " Come here boy." The human did the absolute worst thing that any master definitely couldn't forgive... he froze. He stayed right where he was, when Master was calling him over. Master sighed again and started walking over. "I'm coming!" the boy screamed and jumped out of bed, scraping his knee as he frantically got out. The WORST possible thing a master could do was get you themselves. None of them liked it, and they ALWAYS gave harsh punishments for it. How could he be so stupid! Was... was he testing his boundaries? Maybe subconsciously? The horses who trained him, were always talking about how humans were naturally rebellious, and needed constant physical correction or they would disrespect their masters... he hoped that wasn't what he was doing... The boy tried to prove he wasn't like that. He ran over to his master, as fast as he could, and immediately stopped in front of him. The boy stood at full attention, well bracing himself for the hit... but master... just kinda... nuzzled him... "It's alright," Master promised, leaving the human thoroughly confused... yeah... the Stallion probably was waiting to punish the boy tonight... probably making a mental list of his transgressions... The boy gulped. Master was busy today. He didn't have time to properly punish his new pet over every little thing. The boy really should be on his best behavior today, especially since Master just got him. "I hate to rush you," Applebloom tried. "but if I don't add the ingredients within the next minute, I'll have to start all over again." Master sighed, "Alright," He gently nudged the human back over to Applebloom's side. The boy started shaking, but obeyed Master's silent order. He soon found himself sitting on a stool, in front of the Cauldron. The Young Madam took a needle out of a small dish of rubbing alcohol. She held the end in her mouth, scrunching up her face at the undoubtedly bad taste of the liquid. Next she gently took the human's hand and... "What's dat!?" Applebloom yelped in surprise as she pointed out her window. The human instinctively turned his head, then yelped as he felt a quick sting in his index finger. Looking back to her she was holding his finger over the Cauldron, and squeezing it with her hooves. There was definitely pressure there but it didn't really hurt. A single drop of blood fell into the Cauldron. She let go of his hand and started stirring with a large wooden spoon. The human immediately started sucking on his finger, as the solution turned from green to white. "That wasn't so bad," Applebloom smiled at him as she stirred. "Was it?" "No Young Madam," The human automatically said. Master asked, "How long it gonna take now?" "Not long," Said Applebloom. "I just got to stir it until it turns into a paste." "M-Master," The human tried. He didn't want the Stallion to get in trouble, but Master clearly had forgotten. "Your matriarch wants you to... hose me down before letting me in the house, after we're done working..." he didn't dare make a suggestion of what they should do though. Thankfully the Young Madam seemed to make the connection. "Really?" the teenager tilted her head then looked at Big Mac. "You better wait to put the ointment on him til after we're done out here." Master blinked, "You want me to apply it? You're the Potion Mare." Applebloom rolled her eyes, "He's got bruises, welts, and cuts all over his flank and even on his," She blushed. "On his bucking BITS!!! I ain't touching that!" Master blushed back, not having thought of that. "Besides," Applebloom huffed. "He's your critter. It's your job to handle gross stuff like that." Master sighed, "Eeeyep," then nudged the human off the stool, and gave him another swat to his rear, accompanied by an order to "Get" to his "Room".
