To Be a Slave

Chapters

Chapter One - Introduction
Chapter Two - The Nightmare
Chapter Three - The Prison

Chapter One - Introduction

“Why. Why would you do such a thing?”

“I have my rights, where as you have to stay down here.”

“Because of my coat? Is it because of my colors?”

“Shut up, slave. Get back to work.”

A small slender colt let out a whimper and started to press on his feet, shoving apart the two wheels that lay in front of him, ripping them from each other as if they were nothing. That was the issue, though. They were something. Something that edged his differences from the mare who had walked in recently and screamed at him. He didn’t know why, but thought he was innocent, but, indeed, he wasn’t.

The larger mare who had walked in and told him to continue had been trotting slowly, her own hooves looking very un-dapper as she walked through the deserted building with rooms filled with wheels, turning by small ponies with weird colored coats. No cutie-marks on any of them, and they would probably never get them either.

She’d let out a huff of dark air and muttered to herself with a vacant look on her face. She brushed her mane from her face and then stopped, looking to the two rooms beside her. “Now, which was it?” She looked over. A room on the left and a room on the right, both without a tag but only a number above it. Both doors for the rooms had no windows, and showed nothing in it. “I can’t bother to remember anymore,” she paused, “I’d just keep going if it weren’t so important.” She poked her hoof on her check, keeping her eyes open and looking to her top left.

She opened her mouth, ready to proclaim her memory, but then it was lost again as a swift swing of the door was opened and a fairly handsome stallion, he had something of an auburn mane with dark brown stripes based on it, he let out a grunt and looked over at the mare, who was staring without envy, her hooves now sharp on the ground and ignoring the doors. She let out a snort and then let out a curt nod.

“You were looking for?” The stallion snorted down at her, staring with dislike for any other ponies on the surface of the planet. He looked more upset than any other pony.

He had a dark brown coat, lighter than his mane, though. He had a lack of a stomach, which made him look like he was starving. His eyes were orange.

“Doesn’t matter.” The mare spoke, glaring at the stallion. “I’ll be seeing whoever I’ll want, and I will not be discussing it to some ruffian fool.” She slammed her hoof down, and turned her head away.

The stallion rolled his amber eyes and then looked at the ceiling. “If you are going to be that way, snob.” He trotted away with a raging look on his face, more red then what looked like an autumn leaf for his cutie-mark. Who on earth would know what that could have been.

After the pony walked away, the mare snorted and then slammed her hoof down again. “Ruffian!” She rolled the R at a long point, then huffed, rolling her eyes and then moving to the door. She had looked up, unsure of what the number really was, but she didn’t care, either. She opened the door with her hoof gently and smiled carefully. “My name is Cherry Blossom,” she started, peering in with a confused face, “I’m here because somebody called me, but I just can’t seem to remember their name. I believe it was this room?”

Around the edge of the door sat a large, red velvet chair. It looked luxurious to be in, and the pony who was could have been lucky enough to be rich, too. It must’ve cost a fortune, so maybe it was. The chair started to turn around, though. It was waning gently and revealed a dark turquoise mare, whose hooves were stuffed together. “Mm?” She hummed, looking around her door with a concerned look. “Yes, A Cherry Blossom requires to visit me today.” She jumped from her chair and trotted around the desk that was in front of her. She turned and walked towards the door to see a little red face with a beauty mark. She let out a gag and then glared at the face longer.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is my breath horrid? I just came from a Slave’s room.” Cherry Blossom croaked, trying to hum gently, with a sharp fake smile. “He wasn’t working, and I came in to get my pay before I leave for the weekend.”

“It’s not the smell, sugar.” The turquoise pony snorted, then waved her hoof as a signal for Cherry Blossom to enter. “It’s that horrid piece of pasta you left on your stupid looking check!” She chuckled with joking hate. She walked around Cherry Blossom and then got back up on her chair, putting her hooves on the desk and then looking down at the small plastic chair. “Take a seat, Cherry Blossom.”

Cherry Blossom nodded with fright. “Yes, Ma’am. I have a problem, I haven’t yet heard your name. I know that you are new in office.” She made her way near the chair, then sat down in it with fear for the powerful pony.

“Names aren’t important,” started the velvet surrounded mare, chuckling. “although, you told me yours. I’ll tell you mine, but you cannot share it with anyone. My name is Clover Wish, anything I want can come to me with a simple wish of something.” She grinned widely and then flipped her mane from her hair.

Her mane was a very light blonde shaded color, and although her beauty wasn’t as Cherry Blossoms, she still looked dazzling with the simple flip of her curly and waved hair. She let out a snicker and then started to turn around again. “You want your pay?” She muttered, hiding her face again.

Cherry Blossom could only look down at her feet for so long, she turned her head up and let a curt nod. “Yes, Ms. Wish. I need it, my home is being raided by parasprites. She glared to her left swiftly and then back to the boss. “No joke, my niece brought over a single one and then they just multiplied. I haven’t given them any food.”

Clover Wish let out a dark snort instantly. “Ms. Cherry Blossom,” she glared behind her, flicking her ear gently. “I’m not an idiot. Everyone knows in this facility that you do not have a niece, you don’t live near parasprites and that parasprites can eat anything.” She slammed her hoof down on her desk after turning around sharply.

Cherry Blossom yelped cautiously as Clover Wish’s hoof hit the desk. “Alright, I just want the money!” She cried out, putting her own hooves in front of her face. “Just don’t hit me, I don’t want to be abused.”

Clover Wish rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she started, “but for lying, you will only get half of your normal pay.” She rolled out one of the desk’s cupboards and pulled out a piece of paper. “Few seconds ago, some idiot entered here and asked for his pay, too. Said his name was Autumn Stomp. Something about his cutie-mark being ‘kickin’’ or something, but anyways, he said that he needed his pay, too. Something about his son dying from a rare disease or something. I can’t remember it all, but said it being very important for pay. Triple E disease.” She said, almost finished with her rant. “Anyways, If I find out he’s lying, he’ll die. I’d take him and chain him up to one of the wheels, freeing those small ponies who work for half their life. You know, I’d just hate to be a poor pony with my son dying.”

“You’ve got a son?” Cherry Blossom exclaimed.

“No, you idiot! I meant it metaphorically.” Clover Wish grunted, continuing with her conversation again. Her one sided conversation. “Anyways, again. If he was lying, he’d be chained up, if he wasn’t and was chained up, let his son die. It’s just some small pony thats going to become one of them in those rooms. You agree?” She stared down at Cherry Blossom.

Cherry Blossom was looking down at her feet and looked back up. “Well, if you want my opinion.” She lifted her head up and started to speak with her rage. “I totally agree.” She looked gently to her left and then quickly back to Clover Wish again.

Clover Wish nodded. “I see.” She turned around with a short frown. “Dismissed!” She shouted loudly, resting her hoof on the arm of the chair and then hummed slightly. “Feel free to walk from the door or jump from the window, care taker.” She rolled her eyes strictly, then flicked her ear.

Cherry Blossom shrieked and then lifted herself from the low grounded chair, turning back away to face the door and then turned to look behind her and saw Clover Wish tapping her hooves against each other slowly.

“I told you to leave, Cherry Blossom. My next client will be coming in soon.” Clover Wish grunted, glaring sharply at the hesitating pony, who sat in awe of the powerful pony.

Cherry Blossom swallowed and gave a curt nod. “Till we meet again.” She muttered from the envelope from her mouth. She walked out form the room, opening the door and leaving, closing it carefully.

Author's Note

Last story, Warren Peace had sent a review. I realized how terrible my writing really is. For starters, I did read this one out loud and I did edit almost three paragraphs from it. This story would be untitled until I finally watched some inspiration videos. I'd just like to say thanks to Warren Peace, and anyone who gets insulted by them; Don't get too upset over it and just relax. Realize that your work isn't that great and fix it up.

Chapter Two - The Nightmare

Clover Wish rested her head on what looked like a velvet pillow. A slight snort exited her small snout and she flopped onto her left side. She started to flail her body around as if it were on the ocean. She let out another snort and found herself awake, now.

“This bed is like a clump of tires.” She sighed, glaring down at her hooves. She was in her night gown, a light green with a clover on it, right where her cutie-mark is. She sat up and moaned quietly. “I could just get a drink of water.” She stretched out her front hooves and then lifted herself up from the velveteen bed.

She stretched again and sighed, walking quietly over to her door and pushing it open softly. She peered around the corner and turned back to her room, grabbing the small candle by standing up on her back legs and using her hooves like hands. She clicked the button, allowing a flare to exit from the lantern-like candles top. She turned around the corner of the door again and sighed.

Leaving her room, Clover Wish had walked through the hall-ways of the large building. She found herself at another door and opened this one, too. She muttered under her breath and continued her up-right walking, finding her way around all the rooms. She found her way to the kitchen, relaxing the candle on a shelf and getting back down on all fours. She smiled softly and then went towards the sink, rusted on the top and un-tidy.

She stood up and grabbed a cup, it was glass with clovers all over it. She nuzzled against the cup and then put it under the sink. She lifted her free hoof and tapped on the handles, shoving them to the right to give her a blast of cool water. It would almost be ice water, but she had no ice.

She waved her hoof with the glass of water and lifted it away from the sink, tapping her free hoof again, but this time to the left to shut it off. She put the glass to her mouth and smiled, gulping it down. She turned back around and grabbed the candle with her free hoof. Making her way back through the hall ways and clicking her rump against the doors to open them back to her room. When she glared down her room, she let out a huff quietly and put the candle back on its shelf and clicked off its illuminist light. She guzzled down the water again and then looked at her bed. “I miss my old bed,” she started, “it was very comfortable.” She rested on the bed and put the glass down beside her head on the shelf near her bed.

“Not like this one,” she muttered as she looked up at her ceiling. “this one may be from velveteen, but its just not correct. My old bed was made from pegasi feathers which fell off during their races. I would wish for it again, but I’m simply too tired.” She spoke to herself, shutting her eyes and muttering under her breath.

She soon fell back to sleep, a cloud fazed over her and left her in a hazy moment of confusion. It was like her old house again, all it’s nice antiques, hanging from the walls. She seemed to wake up again, but not on her same bed. It was different, it was light weight. Nice.

She stood up, but wabbled a bit and had to look down to see what was wrong. “My legs?!” shouted out a small filly, but her hooves slammed against her mouth. “My voice!” She shrieked violently, looking around her. Something caught her eye instantly, her cutie-mark was missing, and once looking up, her heart was crushed. She jumped from her bed and started to whine. “Mama? Where are you?” She muttered, then looked behind her, her bed gone instantly. It was dark for only a minute but soon a faint light had came up in front of her and she looked up, it was a door panel opening up. Out from it was a red earth pony, a beauty mark gleaming on her face.

“Oh, hello slave.” That familiar sultry voice, something that could leave a stallion crushed. “I see you’ve finally woken up!” She started to scream, her eyes gleaming with hate now.

Clover Wish backed up, then blinked her eyes to look down with depression, her hooves had something rusted on them, were these chains wrapped around her or mere ropes to hurt her mind and cause her a distraction from the cherry red pony.

“Why don’t you get back to work before I chain you to the mouth of an alligator!” She slammed her hooves down on the panel of the door, causing it to shut. The darkness came back to her, and she was left alone for what felt like hours.

“Mama?” She muttered, her still childish voice.

There was a flashing light, blinding to the eyes. Clover Wish let out a slight whimper and opened as it came to become dimmer. It was a beautiful alicorn with bright yellow hair and a sun glazed against her flank.

“Clover Wish. You came to me today for an offering.”

Clover Wish could only stand in awe, but had to let out a sign to tell the gorgeous pony the truth, that she was both confused and scared, and as soon as she started to speak, the alicorn had interrupted with a snort.

“Clover Wish. I don’t do this for all ponies, especially not unicorns.” started the alicorn. “Although, you have been a slave long enough. You cannot tell anyone the truth about yourself, if you do, you will have to-” She left. It was almost as if she didn’t even want to finish. She looked away then back at Clover Wish with dark red eyes and a dark red shaded hair. Then flashed off, leaving Clover Wish crushed with only a broken heart.

Darkness over came her again, and she had blinked open her eyes, stopping the rapid movements of her past coming back to hit her. Punching her in the face, really. She had nothing but a dark past and every time that the dark light flashed it showed only how her life truly did get worse. Even from her birth, everything hurt her darkly and caused her nothing but nightmares as a filly.

Clover Wish breathed heavily, she looked down and noticed herself pulsing to a new age. Her small hooves became larger, the color they were originally. She let out a strong yelp as the long item at the top of her face pulsed back into her forehead, now throbbing like a thumb. She grunted, as she collapsed to the ground, putting her hooves over her face, crying.

She blinked her eyes open, water pouring down from her eyes, and feeling her forehead with pain. Clover Wish grunted, trying to lift herself up again. She found it hard to do so, with such a pain in her head. She looked over at the window blinds, hoping for it to open.

The blinds flew open, and let out a growl of distaste. The sunlight flew into her view, causing her eyes to burn darkly towards the sun, which smiled like an idiot. Clover Wish let out a snort, and then stretched out her hoofs. A knocking came on her door, causing her to scream loudly without words, proving her hate for mornings.

“Its the weekend,” she started, glaring outside. “who can be visiting for me today?” She lifted her body, and walked through the hallway. Making her way around the house, Clover Wish found herself at the door, letting out a dark yawn.

“Clover Wish! Open up!” It was a stallion, screaming almost at the top of his lung. “I know you are in there!” He slammed his hooves against the door, pulsing like a heart and sending the blood to the brain.

“Hold on, I need to get my coffee.” Clover Wish growled under her breath, standing up and grabbing a small bag. Turning around to face the sink, and turning on the hot water. Waiting for it to warm up, she walked- up-right- to the door, and opened it. A familiar stallion stood in front of her. She tilted her head.

“Clover Wish. Do you not remember me?” Grunted the stallion unicorn.

“No, actually. I’ve been... busy. How’d you know my name?”

“Clover Wish. I’m Shamrock.”

“Sham... rock?” Clover Wish groaned, then turned behind her. “Hold on. I have to go get something. She looked at him, he didn’t seem to notice anything about her that’s changed. She walked over to her room again, twisting around the corners. She went in her room and grabbed her bonnet, it was a beautiful hue of green and looked amazing. She clicked it on her forehead and looked down at her hooves. “Acceptable.” She grunted, still in her night gown.

She made her way back to the door and looked at Shamrock. “So, you remember me.” She smiled softly, flicking her with hope he wouldn’t look at her hat, which looked kind of stupid on her. She let him in, and walked around the corner to the kitchen, which had an awesome view of the living room. She put her cup under the water, and but another one under the warm water, too. She took the small packet and dropped it in the water, making it black and dark. She took out another one and set it back in, sighing.

“Yes.” The light green unicorn entered the room and sat down at a couch with a slight smile. “But, I don’t think you remember me.” He muttered to her, watching her slowly make the beverage with the small bags of coffee beans. He smiled happily and looked at her with joy. “You still make Clover Coffee?” He watched as she made her way back to the living room with the cups, fit perfectly for pony hooves.

“Meh, Yea.”

“That’s great, Clover Wish. You always wanted to make your own store with it.” He took the extra cup from her and then blew on it. He smelled it in, and sighed with joy. “I just miss a few things about you, when I heard a story that you owned this mangled place, I was in complete shock. You own the best house in all of Manehattan. It’s very well decorated, too.” He said, looking at all the pictures of clovers and scenery. He rested his coffee on the table, and looked at her. “Need a hint to remember me?”

The confused mare glared down at her feet, and snorted. “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t just own this place.” She started to huff, trying to ignore his question, by asking him a new question. Causing him to answer hers will help herself to remember him a bit.

“How’d you know me?” Clover Wish muttered at him, putting down her coffee, too.

“You don’t remember me, at all.”

“I do, you have a familiar face.”

“You didn’t even know my name, Clover Wish.”

“I’m sorry, I have bad memories. They’re raiding my mind.”

“Clover Wish,” Shamrock glared at her sternly. “We went to school together, we lived together and we had the same father.” He put his hoof down on the table and stared at her, growling silently to himself.

“Oh. You’re my brother.” Clover Wish silently huffed. She glared back at him and nodded. “You’ll be needing a place to stay, I guess. People only visit me if they need something. I’m not too popular around ponies.” She tapped her hoof on her knee, letting out a sigh.

“Well, me and a friend. He’s been sick for a while, though. He’ll only be staying in his room until he is well again, so that you aren’t sick.”

“And, have you got a job?”

“Yes, I applied for one around a month ago, I moved here. Our house got too much, though.”

“Follow me.”

Clover Wish stood up, ignoring her coffee and walked to the hall way carefully. She opened up a door and showed it had a room with a wall between it. It was right next beside hers and she smiled softly. “You can decide who sleeps where, my room is right next door if you need it.” She let out a curt nod, and then started to walk to her room.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to get dressed for work, I can go in whenever I want, but I have some clients.” She shut her door, getting in and changing her outfit to be a suit, hat to cover her forehead. She smiled softly.

Author's Note

Trying to make it longer, but I'm stupid and hate writing in school~

I didn't read it over, and I'm sorry if i have tons of errors. I'll edit it later. When I feel like it.

Chapter Three - The Prison

Arriving at such a large building, made completely form rust and ruined covers of land, she growled under her breath. Walking here didn’t take too long, but she had never liked it. Moving wouldn’t be a good idea either. Besides, she was meant to stay in her small apartment like home.

She entered slowly into the building, and looked through all the doors. Ponies were laying down in each small room filled with rotating wheels. She huffed and tapped her hooves on some of the wooden planks.

“Wake up,” she started. “I don’t have all day.”

A grown mare looked up and had dark circles surrounding her eyes. “Miss, when do we get free?” She said. Her voice was somewhat gruff and sounded like a blade had gone through her throat a long time ago. She was starving, you could see everyone of her ribs and her small stomach. What a disgusting sight.

Clover Wish’s pupils grew small quickly. She shook her head. “You won’t be getting free. But soon you’ll have someone in here, with you. After a month, you will be free.” She growled under her breath, her eyes darting to the left.

She went down the line and kept staring at the room with dark thoughts, flattening her ears and trying to look calm. She glared behind her, to see a autumn colored stallion. Huffing out her air, she stopped. “What do you want now?” She scowled.

He paused. “Oh! I was just coming by to say-”

“Coming down to say Hi to suck up to me, most everyone does. Care takers are idiotic. I do not need to be greeted every morning so cheerfully. Go to the storage, take a loaf of bread and give it to the mare at the front of the hall. She’s sickly and needs strength. Give her some water and oats, too.”

The autumn shaded stallion flattened his ears, too, and nodded at Clover Wish’s command, trotting away to the stair case near the back end of the hall.

Clover Wish watched him set off and then grumbled gently. “You only have to meet a few people today, if you can just hurry up you wont have to deal with anyone ponies. You can get home and get some real sleep. That Cherry Bloom, she probably told everyone my name now.” She huffed, trotting swiftly to a room, right next to another. Glaring around, she shoved open her door and walked in, resting on her velvet chair.

“I don’t get why I love velvet.” She muttered, scrapping her hooves against the weird material.

A knocking came on her door slowly. Clover Wish tilted her head and got up from her chair again, making her way around the room and opening the door. Two ponies were standing beside each other, crying.

“Miss?” The stallion of the two sobbed, speaking up slowly. He was a peachy color, with a pure white mane that waved backwards. “You are the administrator of this company, yes?”

Clover Wish snorted. “Lemme guess,” she started slowly, waving her hoof for the two to enter her room. “want your kid back?”

The mare nodded her head quickly, frantically crying.

“Well we don’t have goats here.” Clover Wish smiled, perking her ears.

The stallion hugged the mare and brought her into the room.

Clover Wish rolled her eyes, then shut her door. Glaring at the two ponies, one pegasus one earth pony, and then muttered under her breath. “What would you like to trade me? I mean, we do take cows and pigs, they help with food stock. Bits are nice, too.”

The stallion poked the mare and then looked at Clover Wish. “We have few bits, and no live stock. We can only trade wheat and foodstuffs.”

Clover Wish grunted. “I’ll see what I can do.” She stood up on her chair and then smiled. “Why don’t you just go grab your child, bring him here,”

“We have a daughter.”

“What did I say?” She tilted her head, then shook, sitting back down. “Anyways, bring them back here and I’ll see when they expire for work. Most children only work for ten days, others might as well be here until death!” She exclaimed, waving her hooves in the air. That statement caused the mare to cry louder and harder, flattening her light amber ears. She was fairly pretty, and matched the stallion but with a darker shading palette.

The stallion patted the mare on the back and nodded. “What room is she in? I’ll get her, Honey Dew can stay in here.”

Clover Wish held out a hoof and gave him a small key. 201. The stallion sighed and then looked out the door. “My name is Peach Fuzz.” He nodded, walking out slowly.

Clover Wish smiled darkly. “Honey Dew and Peach Fuzz, what’s your daughter’s name? Pear Tree?” She poked at her table, and then glared at the sobbing mare.

Honey Dew sobbed softly, poking at her face to wipe the tears away. “Her name is Graham Crumb. She has my coat and Peach Fuzz’s hair.”

Clover Wish let out an ah in annoyance, and then looked at her door. “I should go show your boyfriend-”

“Husband. I don’t believe in sex if you aren’t married.”

“Fine, Husband,” Clover Wish rolled her eyes, “where room 201 is.” Clover Wish got off from her comfortable chair and nodded. “Need more tissues? They’re right on that desk. You’ll have to stand up for them, though.” She put on her hat and started to trot out from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Walking in the hall was the wandering stallion, so peachy and light colored. Clover Wish was almost disgusted to walk towards him, he looked so dumb founded and could only laugh from such a distance. Moaning as she walked forward, he turned his head to face her.

“Miss, I can’t seem to find the room.”

“Of course you can’t. Follow me.”

“‘Of course I can’t’? What’s that mean?” He flattened his ears and followed the awkward colored pony and snorted anxiously. “I can find my way around.”

“Not exactly,” Clover Wish started, “I’ve been here for such a long time and this is only your second time here. You didn’t even see where I dropped off Graham Cracker.”

“Graham Crumb.”

“What’d I say?” Clover Wish stopped and poked her nose softly. Looking up at a door slowly, she flicked her ear and nodded. “Graham Crumb is in here. I’ll get her.” Clover Wish opened the door slowly and looked into the broken room. There was only one bed, but in it was two ponies. Clover Wish snorted and walked in slowly.

“Graham Crumb?”

A small, light brown, filly looked up from the wheel and flattened her ears. “Oh miss!” She cried loudly, backing away from the wheel. “I’m sorry, I’ve been working my hardest!”

“You are? On what?” Clover Wish let out a smug grin on her face, the filly started to nervously smile, and back up until she hit the wall behind her.

“Turning the wheel. But, I do wish that you could give us two beds instead, I find it awkward to be near another pony, especially while asleep!”

“No worries, Teddy Graham.” Clover Wish trotted in the room, further approaching the gate to enter the room. There was a large panel for anyone who enters to stand on, trapped by iron gates and only a small door like gate to go through. It would lead down to the beds, which led down to the wheel. Clover Wish made her way to the beds and looked at the wheel.

“Please, what do you mean to worries?”

“Your parents are here to get you back.” Clover Wish flicked her tail softly, and waved her hoof for Graham Crumb to meet her up near the beds.

Graham Crumb smiled widely. “Really, Miss? I can get back home?” She dashed towards the blue pony, mixed with shades of green. Wrapping her hooves around her, Graham Crumb smiled softly. “Truth?”

“Yes, truth. Why are you so anxious to get back home? Didn’t you like it here?”

“To be honest, Miss. I hate it down here. Turning the wheel hurt my hooves, and then sleeping on that bed with a complete stranger,” she trembled softly, looked around for the strange unicorn stallion, who wasn’t seen. “I think, he’s creepy. Ma’am, can we go now?”

“Where is he? What is his name?” Clover Wish couldn’t stop questioning the small filly, and then poked her nose for the filly to get up the stairs to the gate. Which she did.

“I don’t know where he is, but his name was Coal Dust.” She pressed on the door, which was then pushed open by Peach Fuzz.

“Graham Crumb!”

“Papa!”

The two ponies united, and hugged softly with giggles and smiles, even the filly’s tears. How heart warming. Clover Wish fake gaged.

She trotted up the stairs, glaring down near the wheel, no pony was in sight.

Author's Note

This took too long. Lol. I didn't read it over like the last one, but I found out that I really like Graham Crumb owo Clover Wish is being weird, too.

New Ponies come to take their baby back.
Clover Wish is chill with it.
Some Unicorn can't be found in his cell.
Clover Wish is all WTF with it.

Clover Wish, be more suspicious D:<