Shackled Dreams

by Echo Streak

Rating: teen
Tags: Profanity, Non-consensual, Scootaloo, Violence, Sweetie Belle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Rainbow Dash, Sad, Other, Original Character
Length: 1893

In a world where slavery is part of daily life, orphans are kept in a life of servitude.

Within an oppressive version of Equestria, where the Slavery Act has long dictated that orphans and prisoners are stripped of their freedom and deemed property. This harsh system allows owners to abuse their slaves with near impunity, so long as they avoid fatal or permanent harm. Slaves are marked by collars that display their owner’s information, a constant reminder of their subjugation.

Scootaloo an orphan, that lost her parents when she was a foal, would have her freedom stripped by Rainbow Dash. While on the outside Rainbow Dash is seen as a hero, the element of loyalty and the only pegasus to perform the legendary sonic rainboom, however to Scootaloo, she will only see her as her owner, her master.

Sweetie Belle, spoiled and ruthless, delights in tormenting her slave, Echo Streak, a young colt who suffers daily under her iron hoof. Whereas Apple Bloom remains indifferent, with her family owning the most amount of slaves in Ponyville to manage their vast farm.

Scootaloo has always had dreams of joining the Cutie Mark Crusaders, however she knew that was impossible, while she wore the collar of a slave.

Published 2024-12-15 21:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-15 21:00:01 UTC

The Slavery Act

Author's Note

This chapter explains what the law is regarding slavery in Equestria and does not have any relevance to the story aside from background information. The story starts in the next chapter

The Slavery Act

**The Slavery Act: Legal Framework and Provisions**

**Introduction**
The Slavery Act was established as a foundational law in Equestria to regulate the treatment and use of slaves, who are defined as orphans or convicted prisoners. This law, implemented long before the events of the present day, formalized a system in which such individuals are stripped of legal personhood and designated as property. The Act provides guidelines for ownership, conduct, and limitations while granting owners extensive control over their slaves.

**Key Provisions of the Slavery Act**

1. **Definition of a Slave**
- Slaves are defined as either:

Orphans without guardians.

Prisoners convicted of crimes deemed punishable by enslavement.

Once enslaved, individuals lose their legal status as ponies and are instead classified as property.

2. **Ownership and Identification**
- All slaves are required to wear collars that serve as identification. Each collar must display:

The slave’s name.

The owner’s name and contact information.

Owners are fully responsible for their slaves’ actions, including any crimes committed.

3. **Rights and Responsibilities of Owners**
- Owners have the right to:

Assign tasks and dictate every aspect of a slave’s daily life.

Use physical discipline to enforce obedience.

Owners are responsible for their slaves’ behavior and any harm caused by them.

4. **Prohibitions and Limitations**
- While owners are permitted to discipline slaves, the following actions are explicitly prohibited:

Murder of a slave.

Inflicting injuries that cause permanent physical disability or long-term damage.

Slaves are exempt from the protections provided by the Foal Protection Act, meaning they can be subjected to forms of abuse and neglect that would otherwise be illegal.

5. **Housing and Living Conditions**
- The Act does not mandate minimum living standards for slaves, leaving housing conditions at the discretion of the owner.
- Common practices include:

Barn-style communal housing for farm slaves.

Basement confinement for personal slaves.

6. **Punishment and Public Discipline**
- Owners may use public punishment tools, such as stocks, by paying a fee to local authorities. This is intended to serve as both discipline and a public example.

7. **Enforcement and Accountability**
- Violations of the Act by owners, such as the murder of a slave or the infliction of permanent harm, are punishable by fines or imprisonment. However, the enforcement of these provisions is often lax.

**Implications of the Act**
The Slavery Act has created a society where slaves are entirely dependent on their owners for survival and protection. While some owners treat their slaves with relative kindness, others exploit the lack of regulations to impose extreme cruelty. The system inherently denies slaves autonomy, dignity, and the hope of freedom, perpetuating a cycle of dehumanization and suffering.

**Criticisms and Controversies**
Despite its longstanding presence, the Slavery Act is a subject of moral debate and societal division:
- Advocates argue it provides a solution for managing orphans and prisoners.
- Critics condemn it as a system of institutionalized cruelty and inequality, citing the lack of protections for slaves as evidence of its inhumanity.

The Slavery Act remains a central pillar of Equestrian society, shaping the lives of both the enslaved and their owners, and leaving a profound mark on the moral fabric of the nation.

Prologue

Scootaloo was sat in a small room, that had very little space, a chain leading from the wall to a shackle around her hind hoof. In her hooves sat a worn-out pink teddy bear, while a pink dummy rested in her mouth, the only source of comfort that she was allowed. She has had them since she was a little filly, back in the orphanage, before she lost her freedom, not that she had much freedom, when she was at the orphanage, anyway.

Rainbow Dash had tried to take them away during her first night, however, Scootaloo had clung onto them, refusing to let go, begging to keep them. In the end, Rainbow Dash relented, not out of kindness, though, but out of frustration, not wanting to deal with her crying, however, she made it very clear that she was only allowed them during bedtime.

Scootaloo shivered as she curled under the thin blanket that offered very little warmth. She closed her eyes, as she dreamt of a different life, a life that she could never have. She dreamt of having freedom, of a world without slavery. A world, where she could be a member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, the group of fillies that she had seen playing together and had always longed to join them in their quests to find their cutie marks.

She was suddenly brought back to reality as the door to her room slammed open, Scootaloo's ears flattened as she shrunk away from the figure standing in her doorway. "SCOOTALOO! Why are you still asleep? You knew full well that we had to get up early! I swear if you're the reason that I am late for the meeting, then Celestia help me..."

Scootaloo stammered, shakily, "I, I'm sorry master. It's hard to know what time it is when I don't have a clock or a window..." she trailed off as Rainbow glared and got right into her face.

"So it's my fault now, that YOU can't get up early!" Rainbow shouted in the poor filly's face

Panic flashed across Scootaloo's face as she quickly exclaimed, "No, Master," while shaking her head.

Rainbow looked ready to throttle her and Scootaloo began to brace herself for punishment, however, Rainbow managed to compose herself, taking deep breaths, "You're lucky that we are running late. You have 30 minutes to get ready, pack my saddlebags and make me breakfast. Now scram!"

Scootaloo didn't need telling twice as she quickly ran off, the gold tag hanging from her purple collar making a jingling noise, as Rainbow shook her head slowly, muttering under her breath.

Scootaloo rushed to the small kitchen area, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The tag on her collar jingled softly with each hurried step, a constant reminder of her status. The kitchen was barely equipped, with worn utensils and an ageing stove that sputtered every time it was lit. Scootaloo worked quickly, her small hooves fumbling as she prepared a simple breakfast for Rainbow Dash. A slice of toast, some oats, and a cup of coffee, she knew better than to attempt anything more complicated.

Her movements were frantic, driven by a mix of fear and desperation, Rainbow Dash had a short fuse and if anything was done incorrectly, then Scootaloo would feel her wrath, It was just the other week when Scootaloo had accidentally burnt a piece of toast, her hooves were still sore from where Rainbow had left her hanging from the underside of the cloud mansion as punishment.

Scootaloo glanced at the clock on the wall as she finished preparing the breakfast. Fifteen minutes left. She grabbed the saddlebag from the corner of the room, her hooves trembling as she packed it with Rainbow Dash’s belongings. Papers, quills, and inkpots, everything had to be in perfect order. Once, she had forgotten a single item, and Rainbow had flown into a rage that left her shaking for days.

Scootaloo finished with just minutes to spare. She carefully placed the plate of food on the table and stood quietly by the door, waiting for Rainbow Dash to appear. She knew better than to sit or rest. Standing at attention, ready to respond, was expected of her.

Rainbow Dash strode into the room, her rainbow-coloured mane dishevelled, her wings ruffled with impatience. She cast a quick glance at the table and then at Scootaloo. “Good. You’re learning,” she said curtly, though there was no trace of praise in her tone.

Scootaloo bit back a sigh of relief, daring not to respond. She kept her eyes lowered, her ears pinned back submissively as Rainbow sat and began eating. The tension in the room was palpable. Scootaloo remained still, silently praying that Rainbow would find no fault in her work today.

After finishing off her food, Rainbow got up and strode towards the wall where there was a row of hooks, that held coats, hats and a short, chain leash with a leather loop on the end, for a hoof to go through. Scootaloo's ears pinned back as she realised what was happening, as Rainbow took the leash and approached Scootaloo.

Scootaloo knowing the consequences, if she resisted, stood still as she clipped it onto her collar. Scootaloo gulped, she hated it when they went out, she hated the stares that she would receive from ponies and she hated the snickering.

Rainbow gave a sharp tug on the leash causing Scootaloo to follow her, as she went out on the porch, Scootaloo heard Rainbow mutter, "Why did I get the slave that can't fly," the words stinging, as she roughly picked her up and carried her down to the ground.

As they travelled through the bustling streets of Ponyville, Scootaloo couldn’t help but notice the stares. Some ponies avoided looking directly at her, their expressions filled with guilt or indifference. Others watched her with open disdain as if her mere presence was an affront to their day. She lowered her head, her cheeks burning with shame.

They passed a group of fillies playing near the marketplace, their laughter echoing in the air. Scootaloo’s heart ached as she caught sight of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, the Cutie Mark Crusaders she had always dreamed of joining. They were chasing each other, their voices filled with joy and camaraderie. For a fleeting moment, Scootaloo imagined herself with them, laughing and running free.

But the weight of her collar and the chain dragging behind her brought her back to reality. She was a slave, and dreams like that were forbidden luxuries. Scootaloo hadn't realised that she had stopped until Rainbow pulled on the leash so hard that Scootaloo was stumbling to the ground into a puddle of mud Rainbow Dash gritted her teeth in frustration and yanked on the leash again forcing Scootaloo back to her hooves, "Keep up! And look at you, you're a mess. Now everyponies going to think that my slave is a trampy bird!"

Rainbow pulled Scootaloo close to her and slapped her across the face, Scootaloo whimpered, however, it wasn't the slap that stung her, it was the laughing coming from Sweetie Belle that hurt her the most. "Hahaha, look, Apple Bloom, it's Losaloo!" Sweetie sneered pointing towards Scootaloo. Apple Bloom merely shrugged her shoulders, barely acknowledging Scootaloo.

"Hey, Rainbow! You should punish her, if Echo, had gotten himself covered in mud, then I would shave his mane off." Sweetie suggested giving Scootaloo a cruel smirk.

Rainbow merely rolled her eyes, "As much as I appreciate the suggestion girls, Scootaloo here has already made us late, so we have to get going," dragging Scootaloo away, as she stumbled to keep up. Deep down, she still clung to the fragile hope that one day, something, somepony might change her fate.

For now, though, all she could do was obey...