//------------------------------// // 4.5-First Omake Chapter: The Auction Block // Story: My Little Mane 6? // by Nublyss //------------------------------// An auctioneer walks up to the stage wearing a simple black suit, white mask, and a black top hat. He led behind him a long line of collared horse-like creatures with wings. Thestral is their race, though not all were thestrals. The two leading up at the front were tiny ponies. One has a white coat with a purple mane, the other was a vibrant pink in both, she was though lacking wings and a horn. " Ladies and Gentlemen, today is a fine day for an auction!" The crowd erupts with soft applause in response. The auctioneer waits for the noise to die out then continues. "All right you beasts, get on up there," he commands as he leads the two ponies along with an average-looking thestral up to the three lots on stage. Lot A, B, and C. Our ponies, Rarity and Pinkie Pie, begin to converse as they were positioned at lots B and C. "Pinkie, no matter where we are sold off too, we shall rebel with zest and zeal! the collar may restrict our bodies, but it will not bind our spirits!" The fashionista whispers. "I hear ya, if I don't throw a "Revolt Against Slavery Party" to revolt against slavery, then my name isn't Pinkamena Diane Pie! Though I am pretty sure that is my name... unless my name isn't Pinkie and I'm just an imposter!" Pinkie proceeds to randomly have an existential crisis. "You are definitely the real Pinkie Pie, now hush, our time of reckoning is nigh!" Rarity exclaims silently. "You mean neigh?" "Is that not what I said?" "Now, here we have on stage three thestrals, all being sold individually. Choose amongst lots A, B, and C," the auctioneer announces cutting short the two's conversation. "100,000 kirits, on lot A!" A person shouts out in the back. "110,000, on lot A," someone else exclaims. "120,000, on lot A," another in the crowd cuts in. "120,000, going once, going twice, going three times, sold! Lot A going to the woman with a blue feathered mask. The bought thestral walks off the stage. Rarity and Pinkie both let out a sigh of relief. "I am quite glad I wasn't sold off just yet," Rarity once again converses with Pinkie. "Me too, if I get sold off, I would go crazy! Loco even!" The pink one adds. "I would probably do the same, as I'd rather not be owned by another creature." Rarity agrees. Then a new thestral walks up to the stage and there takes place on lot A. A female thestral, one that seems to exclaim power as she, unlike any of the others, actually seemed to have some meat on her. Her wingspan was greater than all the others by a couple feet (60-ish cm). The beast's mane and tail also seem to flow lusciously despite being indoors as well. Pinkie looks in awe as Rarity tries to flush out her own mane in hopes to get it even remotely near where it was back at home in Equestria. "200,000, on lot A!" "250,000, on lot A!" "300,000, on lot A!" "300,000, going once, going twice, three times, sold! Lot A going to the madam with the shiny black... armor?" "Ok, I understand why she got picked first." Rarity spoke out. "Totally, that was a no-brainer. She looked strong enough to go toe to toe with the Apple family!" Pinkie nodded along. "Indeed, she looked as though she could keep up with Rainbow dash with those wings, and her mane and coat, along with her regal posture would allow her to be a model!" "Yep, yep. I just can't figure out how they even managed to catch her?" "Next," the auctioneer shouted, as a thestral almost as short as the two fillies got up. The equine seems to look so skinny that maybe even a soft gust of wind would be enough to make it topple over. It walked up to the stage and got on lot A. "Now it seems our time to part ways has come, Pinkie." "We can't split ourselves apart Rarity, that would be painful." "Not what I-" "40,000, lot A." "40,000, going once, going twice, three times, sold to the man with the white leather mask." "Now, that is quite interesting," Rarity speaks with shock, "quite surprising to say the least." "Like, at this point, do they even know what they are looking for!? Their whole criteria is just wacky," Pinkie exclaims. "While this should be good news for us. For some reason, it is absolutely infuriating." "Right! Now, I kinda sorta want to be on lot A!" "Exactly, when can a fashionable lady such as myself get on lot A?" "Next," the auctioneer calls forth the next thestral slave. This was a thestral even smaller than the two fillies, its wings were barely even visible on its back, and it seems to hobble over to the stage. "Oh! Ok, this time for sure, we will be separated. It's been a pleasure Pinkie dear." "Yeah Rarity! Until we find a way to escape and get back together with Twilight and the others, go crazy!" "Oh, I will, Pinkie, I will." "260,000, lot A." "260,000, going once, twice, three times, sold!" "What in the name of Celestia just happened?!" Rarity shouts out. "How does something like that even happen?" "Nuh-uh, Nuh-uh, nopey dopey, not true!" Pinkie points around, "all that is a bunch of gobbledygook!" "Just look at him!" "Yeah, look at him." "He is even smaller than us!" "He can't even stand on his hooves properly!" "No offense to you good sir, but-" Rarity tries to continue, only to be cut off by a deep baritone voice. "Offence taken." The thestral then hobbles of with simmering anger, leaving the fillies in silence, temporarily. "While it was a bit uncouth, I was not wrong, was I?" Rarity askes Pinkie. "They could talk?!" Pinkie ignores. "I was merely stating an observed fact, while hurtful, speaking the truth isn't wrong. Right?" "They could talk this whole time?! How many other ponies did we ignore, how many friends could we have made!" "That stallion did indeed hobble around, and was incredibly short as well! It was a physical, observable, truth!" "Rarity, you need to stop-" "Enough!" The auctioneer explodes out. "I will not have my auction's reputation tarnished by a bunch of superficial bigoted slaves!" "B-b-bigoted, us! Did such words really come out of your mouth?" Rarity was appalled. "That's it! The auction is over!" The auctioneer finalized as he began to leave the stage guiding the remaining slave away as well. The crowd also began to thin out. After everyone cleared out. Pinkie Pie pulled out an odd-looking device from her hair and somehow unlocked both Rarity's and her own soul-collars. "I can't believe that actually worked Pinkie, where did you come up with such an idea, do tell." "I just read about it in a book! Now let's get out of here!" They both headed out of the building with wide smiles on their faces, as freedom was in their grasp. "Um, Pinkie... I'm not bigoted, am I?"