Mekanika
In the destroyed land of Equestria, everything was dark for a young lady, for certain a slave she was and lady no more. There was nothing for her to see inside the dark carriage she was carted in. The ride buffed and scratched her shins and feet, the chains dug into her limbs and her collar blinked a harsh red. Once the cart had stopped abruptly, the chains tugged around her ankles and wrists, pulling her over onto her side with a sudden pull. As she was dragged by the chains, hands touched and grabbed her limbs, pulling her off the rough wooden cart bed and down harshly to the rocky ground under her. She was yanked up after and pulled forward till her feet felt a well and clean wooden platform. He blindfold cover was pulled off and her eyes burned from the light of the sun.
The sun scorched her eyes as he began to gaze around, the other chained women around her were in similar strides. She looked beyond her, at the crowd of a dozen. Her mind raced fast and fear dug in her. The eyes of a dozen men and women looking over her chained and nude body as if she was a piece of fine china. She attempted to cover her nudity, but failed by the holding of the chains. Guards patrolled behind the goods, making sure they couldn't block their body from their buyers. Her eyes gazed back to the crowd with the majority of them looking rough, ragged and savage in opposite to a small group of well groomed and taken for suited men and women.
The chained women were forced into 'X' poses and bags of toys and play items were laid in from of each. An announcer soon laid foot on the wooden platform and began to speak to the crowd.
"Laides, Gentlemen, and savage alike, I am pleased to announce the beginning of our next Slave Auction! Let us begin with... This, beautiful and young lady! Freshly captured as well, she's assumed virgin." He claps his hands softly and motions to Mekanika, the chained girl.
Mekanika scoffs loudly in a sudden act of defiance. "Ha! Virgin my ass! I used to fuck men like a rabbit, you cock suckers!" She yells out at the crowd.
The announcer scrunches his face for a moment before clapping his hands loudly, gazing at her. "Like I said, freshly captured!" He says, looking back at the crowd. As he begins again, Mekanika tries to take it off. "This fiery young lady shall begin at 50 Caps!"
The auction begins slowly as Mekanika continues to resist and struggle against her holdings until one of the guards apply a shock to her back, causing her to yelp and begin swearing internally.
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The auctioning begins dragging on as she limbs become tired and only four buyers continue to out buy each other. Mekanika, tired and still wary from the taze, looks closely over each of the potential buyers.
The first was wearing a gray suit with freshly slicked hair and some old glasses, his face was still pristine, even from the wastes.
The second was woman in a ponytail hairstyle. Her suit and skirt was a redish-pink paired with a scar about her neck.
The third was a mercenary looking fellow in a rather unique get-up of NCR-like armor with a long coat and wraps. He had large and brutal scarring across the left side of his face, much like a grenade's blast damage over his face and neck.
The fourth was scared up and down his body and wore little, it was obviously a raider of some sorts.
Even though she would have no say in who she will serve, she hoped for the first two, though just from their appearance, it was still dangerous indeed and fear began to sink in again. The auction going further as the first buyer folds in and gives up on her. Three remaining.
"Ooh! One down, three left. Let's keep this moving!" The announcer says.
The sinking fear begins to get to her as the first falls out. She begins to realize the rougher looking men now stand a higher chance of at least one owning her. She begins to lightly shake within her shackles. After a few more plays of auctioning, the well dressed woman folds and gives up as well. Leaving her to the two roughly made men. Mekanika begins to swear behind the gag, though as he price becomes higher and higher they two become skeptical of her worth and Mekanika begins thrashing about, getting tazed once more. The auction is downed to a rerun and a break is put in for the moment. The announcer calls it out and turns to Mekanika, whispering to her.
"You will either be sold or be killed and thrown out to the dogs, you stupid fucking bitch. Be a good girl and you'll live longer." The announcer threatens after tapping her cheek. "Just try to impress. I don't feel like having to drag you out to the dogs." He turns around and addresses the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen! The price has been lowered to allow a better sense of worth for this feisty girl! Let us return back down to 500 Caps." To the announcers dismay, only a couple join the two from before. Most not betting.
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After another tiring auction, the prices soon finishes at one thousand caps. Her buyer standing up from his seat slowly. His coat dropping and softly swaying as he walked to collect his new slave. The scarred mercenary collecting Mekanika from the stage. As she is taken down from the stage and freshly rechained, she swears a line that falls upon deaf ears.
Mekanika is taken back behind the scenes by two of the guards. Her master following behind, his spurs clanking against the ground. She is moved into an older industrial building and moved into the main hall of the building. Inside awaiting her was two slaves, stripped and obedient. There they check her and approve her double-over before Mekanika is taken back to her master. A bag is tied tightly with a string of twine to her leg, strangling her thigh. Her deed was signed and she was discarded to the cold metal floor at her master's boots, her chains keeping her like a good piece of ass.
Mekanika laid against her shackles as her master would collect her deed and pull her up by the chains which held her down, her blood needing to boil and blow of at this point, but now should could see the details of her owner's face, which was horrid. The right side of his face was normal ike the other men, though his left was disgustingly burned and scarred, a long mark running across his eye explaining the white blind pupil.
"What's your name?"
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"What's your name?" His low, yet calm voice spoke as he removed the gag enforced on her. She stared into his good eye with a burning pain of hatred simply because of her enslaved body. She grins dastardly and spits onto his face. He wipes the spit from his muzzle and chuckles with his commanding tone. "Autonomy isn't given freely, darling. I have a feeling you'll be staying chained for longer than you'd like."
She stares unphased by his words or tone "It doesn't matter. As soon as I get a chance, I'll run far and hard."
Her master pats her shoulder softly and smirks. "I'm a mercenary, honey. I get paid to kill those who run "far and hard". Whether that's up-close or afar, doesn't matter." The friendly façade of his smirk dies and he grabs her arm roughly, pulling her away with him and to a well kept carriage.
Mekanika became curious once her anger settled. "What do you plan to use me for?" She said.
"Depends on your behavior. Be good and I'll let you roam a little, light work and such. Be troublesome and I'll use you as target practice." He opened the door of the carriage and without waiting shoved her up into the carriage. Mekanika swallows in fear of his words, now knowing he's more than a throwaway threat. She chokes on her swallow for a moment as she's shoved up into the cart and the door is shut.
Mekanika gets up and into one of the seats, even with the chains, getting comfortable and tried to pull the twine loose, tightening the knot by mistake with her little success. Her master climbs in front and offers some aid, though she denies, leaving it for the journey.
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The travel takes a few hours, the sun beginning to set as the carriage arrives in the outskirts of a maze of buildings. The maze ahead was an Old World city, which it's name has been degraded from a nearby sign. The two arrive at a small one story building around a quarter mile from the city ahead filled with skyscrapers.
"We're here." Her master mentions as he gets out of his seat and goes to open the carriage door for her. As he arrives to open up the door, she scoots to the door, raising her hands up to the bars guarding the windows and giving the mercenary the middle finger as to show, from her little options, her hate. Her master opens the door and sighs.
"I can always drag you by your roots if that's how you wish to be treated, Princess Bitch." Before he had finished, he grabbed and yanked on her chains, pulling her out of the carriage.
"I bet you won't do that..." She grimaces as she's pulled out. "I bet you already regret buying me!"
Her master scoffs. "Regret? A little, though I'll happily grant your stupid fucking wish." He starts to walk, towing her chains in hand before she can stand.
"Bet you won't, toe licking cunt!" She smirks smugly, believing he's bluffing, though enticed by the feeling of her hair being pulled and deciding to have as much fun as she could have. Though it quickly stops her smirk for a moment as he turned and back-handed her across her face before he let go of her bounding chains and gripped her throat roughly.
"Get on your fucking knees and grant your god-damned fucking wish." He spit. She smiles. Attempting to speak through the death grip on her throat, she speaks hoarsely to him.
"Gladly, bitch~" The insult was returned with a pull on her throat, throwing her down to the floor and her knees by force. Blood dripped pettishly from her cheek's broken skin. Her master took a chunk of her hair with a tightly balled fist and let go of her throat, taking short steps away, dragging her as she smiled.
The ground was rough and rocky, rubbing and ripping away skin, though she felt pleasure at her rebelliousness, pain followed the struggle as she called out to him, her knees and hands having broken skin, roughed skin by now.
"I bet you won't tug my hair, bitch-boy!" Which only gained her another choking grasp and being set on her knees as he disgustingly looked down at her dirtied face, and she grins up at him wanting the anger.
"You're a needy bitch, aren't you? Normal cunts don't poke the fucking bear." He ends with a pent up sigh. "What are you playing at?"
"Oh, you know..." She grins. "I'm just having fun by making you angr-"
The sound of a draw through leather interrupted her as her master turned to face her. "Would you be happier if I just blew a hole in your leg and forced you to sprint for my entertainment?" Now he was the one grinning as she held her tongue, her eyes rising from her kneeling position, looking and freezing as the hammer of a revolver is cocked back. "Come on. I thought you were the sadistic bitch? I thought you liked a little pain~" He chuckled deeply with a new grin cutting his scarred lips. "How about I help you~?" She wanted to scream, to say something, but now, now she found herself hesitant to do so at the end of a gun. Her leg shivers as the metal barrel is placed against it, her master crouching in front of here and staring eye to eye. "Now... Let's continue with your wishes, no~?" He nudges the barrel into her leg. "Or we can stop the fun right here, right now, if you just say so."
Her body began to shake and shiver before she whimpered. "P-please don't shoot me... I-I'll stop."
He smiles lightly before pulling the gun away and placing it back into the holster. "Good girl. No need to loose your leg already." He stands up and lets go of her. "Get up, now." She obeyed, slowly standing up onto her chained feet.
"Th-Thank you..." Midnight stepped forward and lead her into the small utility building which was beside the cart, his slave shambling behind his movements until they reach the inside and the door is shut behind them.
"Spread your feet. I'm going to unlock your legs." He says as he turns to face her, kneels down in front of her and pulling his keys out. The only thing keeping her from kicking him was the fact of his gun, though now her fears lie just in front of her. Once she was unlocked, he put the keys back and fully removed the chains on her ankles. "Good. Discipline with help us both. So don't fuck it up." She rolled her eyes, still planning on a way to rebel when she could. Though now she looked around and saw the utter state of disrepair.
"Wow, it really looks like you, by that I meant like shit."
"That's the point, genius." He shakes his head before heading to a section of the floor and lifting up a false floor piece, exposing a latter which headed down into the sewer systems. "It's a decoy."
"Of course someone like you would come up with something like that..."
"Well, no shit. I don't want my throat slit while I sleep. So shut up and head down."
"I kinda can't, bound and everything makes it kind hard to go down ladders. You didn't think that through, did you?" She scoffs.
"You have enough room between each hand... And it's not that bad of a drop."
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Author's Note
This was sitting here mostly finished and had never been published, so since it's in a good enough condition I might as well publish it while I work of Under Eternal Winds, have this. 
Just for clarification, this was written around three-four years ago originally and has been mostly non edited. This is a cancelled story and will not be receiving anymore updates.
Mekanika
In the wasteland there are two who shall meet in fate. Without either, they will die horribly.
One is happy and free, without care for now. She is gleeful and lives in love and friendship. Her Stable is safe. Her home is beautiful. She will soon suffer for her sins.
One is angered and shackled, caring not for life for now. He is regretful and lives in pain and loneliness. His Tribe is unknown. His home is under threat. He will soon repent and escape his hell.
The girl will soon be a slave and then be set free by her closest love.
The man will soon be reunited and then die horribly.
Their fates are wholesome together, pitch black apart. There is no escape for either and the clock has began ticking.
It is only time before they meet.
Equestria is bleak and empty. The sparse life lives in struggle. From Canterlot to Las Pegasus to Ponyville, the situation isn't so far from another. Love, hate, pain and bliss all exist in these homes and graves. For the last to leave is cursed and the first is forgiven. In a small station outside of an unknown town, a stallion and mare shall meet, one in chains and the other with coin.
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