Comeuppance

Though it hadn’t taken her very long at all to return home and peeling off her then filthy lingerie, hoping for nothing more than to wash off with her Master, Fenris discovered she was too late. Not only was Pixel already in the shower, but he seemed none too pleased to see her - specifically because she’d abandoned his scarf. Disregarding her disheveled, sullied state, he’d ordered her back to the park to retrieve the ensorceled garment.

Disheartened and disgraced, she apologized profusely and promptly left. It would have been bad enough to disappoint him, but things had only gotten worse from there. She looked and felt absolutely terrible, with his seed drying in her coat, as she plodded through the house and to the exit - nevertheless, she did as he’d instructed. The last thing she saw before closing the door behind herself was a framed picture of herself, back before she’d become a cock-addicted harlot, with her old friend.

The sight of them, smiling and waving at the camera, was as sobering as it was soul rending; in that fleeting moment, seeing who she once was, she was crushed. The breath hitched in her throat, her eyes grew misty, and she galloped away from her home, remembering everything she’d lost. Though she knew exactly how she’d come to be in such a sorry state, having long since realized she was tumbling down a slippery slope, it was too late for her to turn back.

She couldn’t say how long it took her to reach the park, nor how many ponies she’d passed along the way, but she found herself whimpering and softly crying by the bench she’d occupied less than an hour before - regrettably, the scarf, much like her former self, was gone. Panic mingled with her sorrow, thrusting her deeper into despair. If she failed him a second time, she may not have a home to return to.

Scouring the park and checking the trash bins in the area proved meaningless, with the article having seemingly vanished into thin air. She briefly considered asking bystanders about the lost garment, but quickly thought against it; given her slatternly sate, not to mention her quest to find a cum-crusted scarf, would only make her feel worse. Lost, forlorn, and utterly at the end of her rope, she aimlessly wandered away from town and to the countryside.

With the sun setting at her back, not having the foggiest clue as to where she was going, her thoughts raced. If she begged Pixel for forgiveness, he may take leniency on her - she hoped, yet she had a sinking feeling that he would be anything but merciful. While she wasn’t sure what punishment awaited her, she felt certain that whatever it was, while having a roof over her head, was better than becoming some homeless vagabond.

Crossing over a cobblestone bridge, still unsure of how to best deal with her undoubtedly irate Master, a faint string of expletives caught her ear. Given the relatively late hour and the distance from town, she couldn’t fathom who she could have heard. Looking around, looking for the source of the mysterious cursing, she only found her answer when she peered over the bridge and to the babbling brook below.

“Stupid - Ugh - fucking thing,” a unicorn mare grunted, scrubbing at a length of fabric between her forehooves.

The pony looked odd - not simply because of her snow-white mane and tail clashing against her black coat, but because she was none too clean. With dirt caked around her lower legs, leaves in her hair, and a scuff on one cheek, she very much seemed to be a vagrant. As Fenris quirked a brow, silently pondering what the mare was doing, realization dawned on her. The unicorn wasn’t washing just a simple bit of cloth, she was washing a scarf.

“Um - excuse me!” she bleated, cantering off the bridge and down the embankment.

Whipping around to look at her, clutching the abandoned garment to her chest, the mare glowered. “Who the heck are you?”

“I’m - uh - I’m Fenris and t…that,” she stammered, leveling a forehoof at the article, “is my scarf. I’ve been looking for it all afternoon.”

The unicorn glanced from the pegasus to the dampened accessory, scrunching her snout in consternation. “If it’s yours, why’d you leave it in the park covered in jizz?”

“I…” Fenris fell silent, taking a small step back. “Look, it’s a long story. If I could -”

“I’ve got plenty of time to hear it,” the mare interjected, nodding beneath the bridge. “As a matter of fact, I was just about to have some dinner.”

Fenris turned and looked over her shoulder, spotting what appeared to be a makeshift camp of sorts under the arched overpass. Several palates, each plastered with cardboard, had been fashioned into a series of walls, with a tattered blanket hanging over a doorway. Though it was a remarkably crude structure, given its placement, it would certainly serve to protect one from the worst the elements had to offer.

“How about this,” the unicorn grunted, getting to her hooves, “if you can convince me, I might just give you my scarf.”

Hastily considering her options, Fenris sighed. Fighting wasn’t an option, especially in her condition, and neither was trying to grab and run away with her prize. The only reasonable thing she could do was try and justify why she needed the garment and pray the mare took pity on her. Inching closer to the stranger, she weakly smiled.

“If that’s what it’ll take, sure,” she murmured.

Grinning over at her, the unicorn extended a foreleg. “Name’s Leech, by the way. Not sure what’s got you so down in the dumps, but I’d be happy to share some of my supper with you; it ain’t much, just some reasonably fresh bread and some corn chips I pilfered from behind a restaurant in town, but it’s still good.”

Though her smile faltered, Fenris shook the mare’s hoof. “Fenris, and I’ll pass on the food.”

“Heh - suit yourself, that just means there’ll be more for me,” Leech chuckled, trotting up and into her sanctuary. Holding the curtain open for her guest, she waved. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable.”

While she wasn’t exactly comfortable with the bizarre proposition, Fenris didn’t have an alternative. Seeing herself inside, surveying the small yet oddly cozy interior of the improvised domicile, she eased herself down by the door and rested her back against the wall. Whoever Leech was, she definitely seemed remarkably proficient with making due. Watching the mare snatch up a partially consumed boule, as well as an obscenely large sack of nacho chips, she took a deep breath and steeled her nerves.

Having made herself as comfortable as possible, she started talking. She could have recounted the events of the day, abstaining from all the details that led her to that moment, yet that wasn’t the case. For whatever reason, she was compelled to start from the very beginning, back when she’d unintentionally transformed herself into a mare, and so that’s where she began.

Leech listened with rapt attention, happily noshing away at her vittles while only asking the occasional question, as the exterior grew dark. As the tale came to a conclusion, catching the unicorn up on the last two months’ of her guest’s past, she put away her food, lit a hoofful of candles, and dusted her hooves.

“I gotta say, I’ve heard some weird shit before, but that’s one heck of a story,” Leech chuckled, tossing the then dried scarf over.

“Yeah,” Fenris murmured, catching the garment. “I just don’t know what I can do. As much I hate it, a part of me loves the way my Master treats me…”

“If only a part of you loves being used, why don’t you just remove that part?” the unicorn glibly inquired, fluffing a threadbare pillow.

Squinting over at her host, Fenris cocked her head to the side. “What?”

The mare shrugged and flopped onto the dried grass, looking over at the pegasus. “Ya know - just remove the cum-slut part of you. If you can work magic like you say you can, it shouldn’t be that hard to pull off.”

Fenris liked to consider herself as relatively intelligent, but the concept of segregating and removing a portion of herself had never occurred to her. In theory, the process could be done, seeing as how it wasn’t much different than instilling certain lewd notions or affinities into somepony. With her mind ablaze, having been handed a solution to her depraved situation on a silver platter, she rushed out of the shelter and into the night and came to a screeching halt some dozen yards away.

“Leech,” she shouted, peering over her shoulder.

The quirky little unicorn’s head appeared from behind the curtained doorway, peeking out at her. “Did my place smell that bad?”

Turning in place, Fenris beamed. “You gonna be around these parts for a while?”

“Probably? I don’t fucking know, I just go wherever whenever,” Leech shot back, stepping out of her hovel. “Why?”

“If you stay here for a few days, I’ll come visit,” the pegasus yelled, extending her wings and taking to the sky.

Watching her guest depart, Leech waved. “Only if you bring me dinner!”

Grinning from ear to ear, feeling better than she had in ages, Fenris sailed away from the bridge and back to town. She had a long night ahead of her, there were rituals and incantations to prepare, and that was on top of having to service Pixel in the morning and likely before he went to bed, but she was filled with a righteous determination. It may have been crazy, but the strange little tramp may have solved her life’s biggest problem and potentially provided her with an invaluable asset…