You don't know how long you were asleep, but you do know it is not good to fall asleep when not instructed or at night. Your eyes shoot away at the touch of a cool hoof. Your mouth opens almost as soon as your eyes and you say "I'm sorry, Miss Rarity!" as you see the hoof belongs to her. She lets out a soft giggle.
"Don't worry about it, darling. We have arrived." she said. You let out a sigh of relief as any pony who wasn't as nice as her would give punishment for what you did. Which was just sleeping.
"Come on, dude! Let's go!" waved the Dragon named Spike, who was ahead of the still seated you and standing Rarity. You obey as you follow Rarity off the train, which, even though you were sleeping most of the way, very much enjoyed.
What surprised you was Rarity nor Spike were using the horrid leash on you. You were surprised they had that much trust in you already.
Or they knew that you wouldn't try to run off because those who do get sent to labor with the illiterate slaves.
They led you on a path through a very quant town with cheery-faced pony inhabitants. They all waved hi to Rarity and Spike, and, catching you off guard, even you. You weren't sure what to do, and that was eminent to the ones waving to you. You saw most laugh and continue on as it being a minor infraction in their day. You wondered why you are being treated like a normal pony as you are far from it and, on the social food chain, lower then the poorest of residents, as you would be classified as a slave.
You put on a weary half smile. It was one of the first times you smiled (voluntarily) in a very long time. You felt safe here.
But you still know not to mess up. Anyone pony can send you back.
Or to a slave camp.
The walk ended at a building with a fitting name 'The Carousel Boutique' as the building has, indeed, a carousel built into its exterior. Spike opens the door and you here a bell ring presumably from the opening from the door and fall back to let Rarity enter first. She thanks you and you enter after her. You her a younger voice talk. "Welcome t- Oh it's you Spike! And hi Rarity! You a-" the owner of this young feminine voice stops as you come into view. You see that it's a young filly who has a stunning resemblance to Rarity who has the voice. She stares at you for a second before jumping from her position and towards you, stopping mere inches away. "Oh my gosh it's a human!" she almost tells as she circles around you. For a moment, you think this is who will be your new owner. But that thought is shattered as you hear Rarity talk.
"Sweetie Bell! It's not nice to do that to guests!" The young filly's head drops.
"I'm sorry mister," she says to you.
You would've replied quicker if you hadn't been schooled by Rarity calling you a Guest and not a pet or the common term 'Butler' or 'Slave' or simply 'Human'. You reply with a stuttering "I-it's o-ok, miss."
She giggles a bit at you calling her 'miss' and runs off to do... Whatever fillies do. "Now," says Rarity walking towards you. "Those cloths are simply horrid!" You look down to your self and see the standard shelter outfit you wear. It was mostly black with white stitching and were a one piece. The shoes were slip one of the same color scheme. They were dirty and torn and smelled like the rotting dead. You were surprised on how these powerful pony noses could stand you right now. "But first, I think you should take a shower."
Your body freezes at the word. It's something everyone at the shelter dreams about. A shower. I nice warm shower. It's a luxury even to pets, which is what you guess you are. Not even pets who are butlers to ponies who have company over constantly get many showers. Maybe once a month. But you, in your first day here and not even with the owner you will eventually have, will be getting this luxury.
"Please follow me." Says Rarity. With a smile growing on your face you nod and do as she says. She leads you to the bathroom with a shower and gives you a towel. You thank her many times, in which she replies, "Think nothing of it!"
You strip off the rancid clothes and get in the shower, even when it's still warming up. You smile witty the feel of the what're against your dirty skin. Your hair which hasn't been cut since forever takes awhile to get drenched. You soak your whole body and use the shampoo sparingly (Not wanting to use too much and get in trouble). After you wash yourself, you just stand in the shower, loving the feel the water. Taking it all in.
After all, this could be the only one you ever get.
You hear a knock at the door. "Darling, I think it's been long enough. I'm pretty sure you're clean now."
You snap into action with the call. You think for sure you are in trouble. You turn off the shower and wrap the towel around yourself (Don't want to be indecent!) and open the door. "I'm sorry, Miss Rarity!" You say a couple times. She laughs a bit.
"It's fine, Darling! Now dry off! I can't fit you into your new clothes when you're soaking wet!"
Did she just say 'New Clothes?'