The prologue:
(Not written by me, the credits go to MarbleAnon)

….You've been in the slave market for months. Not because you're bad, you unironically wanted to be here because ponies came by looking for cuddle slaves all the time.

You were here and unsold for nearly 7 months because the jew griffon who currently owned you, knew he could get a high price for you since you were so willing to be here.

Yet another cute mare came by Goldbeak's store today, you drew her in with your enthusiasm and hopefulness. The bright mare instantly liked you, asking all sorts of questions.

But the color drained from her face when she saw your price tag.

"F-five thousand?"

Goldbeak wrapped his filthy paw around her back, "Mmyes, he's a premium one. Pre-broken, he won't go near a female of his own species. Pretty strong too. And he loves to be petted." he said, clicking his claws on the plexiglas separating you from them

"I... That's... H-he's out of my budget, sadly. D-do you have any cheaper males?"

"I do, but you'll have to break them in yourself." Goldbeak leads the mare off to some of the less-than-happy humans who can be aggressive or violent. The usual stock.

Despite all your rage, you are still just an Anon in a cage.

It feels like just yesterday portals opened up between Earth and Equestria. It all seemed so friendly from their side but it's as if USA was waiting for a situation like this to start a war somewhere else than just on Earth. A few false flag operations to get people angry and a conflict was born.

But it turns out ponies weren't such pushovers as humans thought. Not only they were controlling the portals and could open them wherever and whenever but they had literally magic at their disposal. Magic that has no limits of destruction because it's only limited by its users imagination. Just a few well trained unicorn mages could wipe out hundreds of soldiers with proper placement at the right time.

It became almost impossible to defend when an entire army of soldiers could just pour into highly secured military installations at the blink of an eye.

The war, if you could even call it a war, ended in 4 days. Then it was all a blur until you got snatched up by griffon slavers. Passing around between griffons you ended up in Goldbeak's shop, part of a much larger slave bazaar in Equestria.

After he figured out you wanted to get out, he guessed correctly that you had some interest in mares and adjusted accordingly. Humans got graded based on what work they were best suited for. Most were now servants or laborers, a few went to the butcher's shop, and others were simply fodder.

You'd be a laborer if it weren't for your sweeter disposition. And that was why you called Goldbeak's shop your home for so long. The stupid bird thought he could put a 1000% mark up on you because you didn't hate ponies.

Braeburn came by again today, hauling off three humans, you knew he was going to wreck them. And again, he eyed you like the one fruit he was too short to reach, your steep price tag keeping you from the sheriff's devious machinations.

But today, today was different. A plain gray mare walked in, the jingle of an overhead bell scaring her as she opened the door.

You can barely hear them talking so far away but she looks at you once. Goldbeak leads the mare around to the back, then you hear the door to your room being opened

"Anon, Ms. Marble here wants to see how well behaved you are. Do as she says." Goldbeak wheezes

Chapter one: Captive

Meanwhile in another of Goldbeaks cages:

You're Anon.

There are other humans around, locked just like you. A few of them even chained up tight, probably because they tried breaking out or were just too violent.

You’re one of those who are merely locked up behind the steel bars.

Not far from your own cage is the only guy with a premium price tag on his plexiglass box. One that’s really eager to be "adopted" by these horses but the ridiculous sum the old bird wants for him has kept him here longer than anyone else including you.

Such is the irony of fate.

You never really had a chance to chat with him, to ask why he is so hyped about being a horse’s property.

It's not as if he was too far to hear you though. It's that damn muzzle over lower part of your face, not allowing you to open your mouth

Not every Anon has to wear that, only some, but… after answering to Goldbeak: "You fucking jewish, shekel hoarding birdtwat, suck my pretty dick", to his command to present yourself to some customer, wanting to have a look at you..... let's say he doesn't like you talking, scaring away his shekels.

You're not exactly the kind to put your whole heart and soul into the intensity of your hate. But you sure as hell enjoy going on his nerves. Which also means your price tag isn't even nearly as high as the guy's on your left.

Most of the time, you're trying not to think about how you will end up, what kind of pony is going to buy you.If any.

It can't get any worse than this, can it?

But who are you kidding, it always can.

You can be sent to the mines, get chopped up when the birds get hungry or worse.... having your asshole stretched by some fag horse.

Luckily, there’s always an easy way out if something like that should happen.

Nonetheless, this fear of making everything worse made you willingly behave a little better the past few days. ...Maybe even getting a little inspired by that guy next to you.

Of course, you can't possibly imagine being an obedient pet or a worker to some colorful horse but maybe you could run away easier if you posed a lesser threat. Sure as hell easier than escaping from this ugly ass, khazar griffon.

So you're playing nice… for now.....

...

One day, a gray mare, rich enough to afford it, finally made the dream of the guy next to you come true. It was almost unbelievable to see him go, he was here longer than any other and he was a crown jewel of Goldbeaks trade. Thought he might even name the shop after him one day.

You might miss the weirdo, even though you never spoke.

On the other hand, it gave you hope of finding your freedom as well. Through your own ways, of course.

And as if it was an omen, merely two days later,...

A yellow pegasus mare with a pink mane enters the shop.

She seems timid and fragile, just like the one that your "almost friend" left with. Exactly the kind, that would be easy to run away from. And for some reason, you have a feeling, that she is your ticket out.

So when she comes closer, you're acting all civilised, even smiling through your mouth restraint.

...And she smiles back.

Bingo.

"Why does this poor, poor thing need an ugly muzzle like this?" she eventually speaks in a high voice towards your jailer nearby.

"Oh, you'd hear if I took that off. I've had ones that would get even more rude than him, but this one is a special kind of annoying. Trust me, it's better this way." coughs the griffon.

"I'm sure he just needs a good treatment. Don't you?" the mare sticks her snoot through the bars, closer to you.

You just nod and hum agreeably, trying to make yourself look as harmless as the butterflies on her flank.

"See?" she briefly glances at the bird, then back at you, even reaching her hoof to pet your head "Oh, you're such a nice human, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you-" he tries to warn her. But it’s too late.

...You've had a few times when a pony tried sticking their limbs into your cage before. Even though you never really hurt them, suddenly grabbing their appendages without letting go while screaming "OOGA BOOGA, OOGA BOOGA" at the top of your lungs… that always scared the hell out of them.

Monky mode.

As retarded of a reaction it might seem, their reaction always cheered you up. ...The internet has probably left you mentally scarred to some degree.

But this time you're obediently smiling at the mare while she’s stroking your hair. This time you have an actual plan so it’s worth it to play along. A little ego defeat is worth the potential of earning real freedom. Oh man, she's totally gonna buy you

"Oh, he's so cute! ...I'm sure my friend will love him."

Wait, did she say “friend”?

"Hey Fluttershy! Where are you?" you hear a raspy and way less girly voice from somewhere.

Glancing over the yellow mare’s shoulder, there’s another pegasus standing in the room now. Her coat is of sky blue color, her short mane is decorated by six colours and magenta eyes to compliment the rainbow wave of locks.

Opposed to her weak looking friend, she's really athletic on a very first sight. Not the kind you couldn't win in a potential fight, she's too small and there's not enough muscles on her. But she’s definitely the kind that’s hard to get away from.

You wouldn’t exactly want to get physical with these horses to earn your freedom,.. but if you'll absolutely have to fight for it...

"There you are!" the blue mare finally caught up with her friend.

"Dashie! Look here! I think I found you the perfect new pet."

"But Fluttershy!.. You know I don't want one..."

"You didn't even look at him!" Fluttershy insists.

"By Celestia,..Okay then..."

The so-called "Dashie" finally moves close enough for you to see her face clearly. And she doesn't really look too different from other mares but there's still something that made you stare at her for a few seconds.

Your eyes meet for a moment. One very strange moment, full of conflict. It filled you with some kind of instant resentment towards her from the very first contact.

You definitely do not want to go with this mare, no sir. ...But at the same time, you’re feeling in your gut that you should. Maybe you’ll even have to. As if there was something tying you to her.

"...I...don't know,.. that mask looks pretty cool though,... is he dangerous or what?" she’s still checking you out from the distance.

"Nah, just loudmouthed." replies the griffon.

"Pffft. At least I'd have a contestant." ‘Dashie’ laughs "But seriously, Fluttershy, I don't want a pet. Plus, these humans are costly."

"He's only 80 bits!" the yellow mare won’t stop persuading her.

"50 bits." the blue mare grins at the griffon.

"I wouldn't go lower than 75." he smiles back the ugliest and most phony way possible.

"No way. 60 bits at max."

Suddenly the old bird glances at you, as if he wasn’t really sure what to do. This is one of the first times you didn’t fuck up his attempt to get rid off you for more than 40 bits. ...So you give him a quick, maliciously shiteating grin he could see even through your mask.

"65 is the best I can do..." he sighs eventually.

The tomboy pegasus is just scratching her chin. For an uncomfortably long time, that is.

"...Well?"

"...On the other hoof, I mean, I really don't want him that much..." she turns around, about to leave.

"...Wait! 60 is okay! But that's my last offer."

Hearing that, ‘Dashie’ stops, walking back to your cage to have another glance at you. ...From her thinking frown, you can already hear her saying “No.”

But when your eyes meet again, she steps even closer, piercing you with her strange gaze for solid five seconds.

"...60 bits are okay I guess. Deal."

“Deal.”

"So you really like him! I knew you would!" the yellow mare chirps in excitement.

"I didn't say that. I said 60 bits is okay. We could just sell him for about the same or even better price to somepony else if it doesn’t work out. But for now it's a deal, right?" the blue one waves her eyebrows at the slave trader.

You can very visibly see him contemplating whether he had done the right thing. But he did agree already. Maybe even griffons have some kind of rules they respect.

"...Alright. So do we get him with any special accessories, like his own bed?" his customer chuckles.

"Just the clothes he has. And some leash."

"So even the cool masky thingy? That counts as his clothes too."

"........Yes." the griffon murmurs defeatedly

You’ve never really seen the old kike this way before and boy, does it feel good. So much that you almost forgot that you’re the center object of this bargain.

But you’re reminded as soon as they're done with the payment and you're about to get a new collar around your neck.

This isn’t one isn’t just for the looks, a fashionable accessory, just like the “willing” Anon received two days ago when he left. This is a sturdy one. A real sturdy one. Can’t possibly open a thing like that by yourself.

"Okay, bye!" your new master smugly waves at the griffon on her way outside, pulling you on a leash behind her.

...If you could speak clearly right now, you'd probably ask her about her plans with you. But not only your jaw is still locked but you’re blinded by the sharp sunlight. Something that you haven’t seen for such a long time.

It hurts your eyes at first but as soon as they get used to it, you’re feeling almost grateful to stand under the sun once again. Especially on such a pretty day.

And as much as you hate to admit, a pretty place too. ...At least on a first sight.

You knew well that your old town was remade almost from scratch, even saw the process before you were captured. But brother, do they work fast…

Nothing is resembling Earth here anymore, except a few trees that stood there before and which they surprisingly did not cut down. Instead of grey, square buildings and black asphalt, there are all kinds of colors and soft grass or dusty roads. Feels good on your bare feet.

Can't see a single car anywhere in sight though. Your plan included getting your hands on one sooner or later and using it as your getaway.

Shit.

While you're just staring into the sun and sorting your thoughts, the yellow mare is gushing over you, how cute you are and all kinds of bullshit.

Can’t say what exactly does she find cute about an unshaved man that’s bigger than her, looking all confused about his world being gone.

But it's kinda enough for you to like her a little more than the blue mare, pulling you on your leash and barely even noticing you.

...

For an upcoming hour, they're almost aimlessly wandering through the big bazaar, just looking around and browsing through stuff and relics.

It feels so weird to walk these streets with a collar on your neck as a reminder of your fallen civilisation. As if the “rearrangement” wasn’t enough already.

On one hand, you always felt like humanity deserved a fate like this… But shit, you never thought to see it happen, the more so, live it. It might have been better if you were simply a casualty in the so called "war"

"Wher weh goin." you speak eventually through your teeth.

"Not as loudmouthed as the griffon said. Considering this your first sentence." grins the blue pegasus.

"Gef dat fing off meh thfen."

"....I think I'll leave it like that just a little longer."

".....Come on Dashie, don't be mean to him. That's not how you make friends." your owners friend nudges her with a wing.

The mare stops, turning around at you, having a few sincere snickers.

"...Okay then, I'm just messing with you. ...But you promise to behave?"

To which you nod.

God, haven't been treated like this since the fifth grade at elementary.

Meanwhile ‘Dashie’ flies to your head's level, soaring there with surprising skill while she's untying the muzzle.

Can hear her amused chuckle once she's done.

"We can always put that back on if you decided to be rude. I'm aware you humans don't usually have any manners but I'm willing to take that risk. So don't disappoint me." you're being softly punched into your shoulder.

It didn't really feel like a threat though. More like a "friendly" dominance assertivity.

But your ego doesn’t like that nonetheless.

"I won't." you force a smirk "...So will you tell me now where we're going?"

"Nowhere! Yet,.. I didn't travel all this way, just to go right back home! I still have some bits to spend here."

"That's right!” the yellow one smiles “We heard there's this big bazaar here with all kinds of exotic things, so we wanted to make a little trip here with our friends!"

"...What friends?"

Can’t help to see there’s only two of them.

"Well,... they were all busy, so it's just me and Rainbow."

The blue mare is walking a few steps ahead, so glance at Fluttershy:

"Rainbow. Is that her name?"

"Yup. Rainbow Dash."

"And uhh.... can you tell me what her plans are with me?"

"You're going to be her new friend of course!"

"Didn't you say you have friends back home?"

"Of course, but a different kind."

"So she's one of those sex slavers.... Look I-"

"Gosh no..." the yellow mare's face gets completely red "....Do ponies really do that around here?"

"....So I've heard. And seen."

"Oh my.... But I'm pretty sure Dashie isn't one of those mares. It's because-"

"I can hear you two, you know?!" the object of your debate is now looking over her shoulder, using a tone that makes both of you obediently shut up.

"I was just telling him about-"

"Well don't, Flutters." Rainbow leans a little closer to her "He doesn't need to know everything."

"But you should get to know each other if you're really adopting him..."

"We don't know that for sure either." she's whispering now, thinking you can't hear her "He may seem pretty tame, but it was too much of a bargain, what if he turns out violent? Tamed ones are way, way more expensive. There's bound to be a catch."

"So why did you even buy him in the first place if you don't really want him?" Fluttershy's whispering back

"I... don't know! I guess I had a weak moment." the blue mare exhales through her nostrils, then eyes at you, pecking your ears their way "Hey, shoo boy. Give us a little space."

...She just shooed you away like a dog, seriously.

"I would if you put the leash away... It's pretty short."

Which makes her reluctantly loosen it up. But of course she's not going to let go of it completely.

It feels really stupid, to be dragged around like an animal.

You're not the only human treated like that of course, but it's not helping.

Has the world gone completely mad? Is this really the way it has to be? To get "converted" into a happy pup or get used as an unwilling laborer? ...At least that's what ponies do. Wouldn't wanna think about what would creatures like griffons use humans for.

...Might as well end up as their dinner if things go sideways.

Maybe you're still quite lucky so far. You're not a sex slave, you’re not sent into some mines and aren’t eaten either. Just gotta be a pet friend to this dominatrix… Hopefully only that.

You should be able to sneak away once you get a little of her trust. Maybe once she's asleep, that might be your chance, and then-... honestly you have no clue. But there must be some kind of refuge.

"...You’ve been pretty quiet the past hour. I expected you to run your mouth non stop once I take that muzzle off." your owner looks over her shoulder at some point, breaking your chain of thoughts.

"Expected or wanted?"

"Heh, good one." she grins, not bothering to answer. But her hoof instinctively twitched towards you.

Couldn't tell in which manner though… Did she want to punch or pet you?

"...Anyway, it's getting late and we've seen enough I guess... What do you think, Fluttershy? Time to go?"

"I'd say so.." yawns the sleepy mare with saddlebags full of stuff she bought

".....Should I carry that for you?"

Can’t exactly tell where that came from, if it’s your inner supreme gentleman or you’re already playing the trust game. But to pretend you care about your masters this convincingly is surely gonna turn into an advantage. They’ll lower their guard, sooner or later.

"Hey, such a good idea. Why didn't we think of this sooner?" Rainbow Dash hauls both her own baggage and Fluttershy's onto your back, strapping it tight enough to hold, even though it wasn't made for humans.

You’re instantly regretting your actions but the decision has been made. Just gotta focus on the future in which you’ll be free again.

For now you're being headed towards the train station, with the train ready to depart in a few minutes.

Just in time, it seems.

The blue mare is buying the tickets, while the yellow one is waiting by the train door, lazily leaning on your leg, eyes almost closing. It could be your chance if it wasn’t crowded with ponies here. Rainbow Dash is back soon anyway, giving one ticket to her friend, sending her inside with her bags and pulling you by the leash towards the "human wagon".

It doesn't look as pretty as the regular ones, probably because it's basically for baggage that can't fit under benches, plus it likely costs a lot less. ...And it’s even worse from the inside.

Opening the door with your mistress still beside you, you're presented with a sight of a smelly room, full of other humans in various conditions. Only one or maybe two look relatively clean and physically cared for. Most are even chained up by ankles.

There are spots above the small seats, where your leash can be pinned, so the mare briefly enters inside with you to do so.

"Ew..." her snout wrinkles over the atmosphere of this place.

It almost felt like she's hesitating to leave you there. But then she seats you and slowly closes the door. Now you're "alone" again. Alone with a handful of other humans that is.

"Hey guys, do you know if there’s some kind of refugee camp anywhere? A resistance?"

You're only given a few tired, or straight up mocking looks, but no answer at all.

"Come on, you must know something."

Nope. Not a word.

"...So does any of ya'll want to talk at least?"

Nope, not either.

...Guess you'll just take a five then instead, make yourself relatively comfortable and close your eyes, trying to ignore the stench.

It's not as if you had a chance to wash yourself everyday the past few months, so you don’t exactly smell like flowers but it isn't as bad as this.

You're pretty tired though, enough to help you drift off to sleep eventually, forgetting about all the madness out there…

Good night, Anon.

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Author's Note

First degreened part. The prologue is a first chapter of another story about Marble which its author sadly never finished. I liked the initial idea so I started my own story in the same universe.