“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.