Marshmallows and Butter
I don’t know what it was about large gatherings of people, but they always made me depressed. Seeing other people pass merrily by in flocks to their next destination would make me look at myself, strolling aimlessly and alone, and feel worthless. I guess some people are just better at losing themselves in the moment. I could never do that. Everything had an objective, and it was my goal to meet it.
I went to the town fair to meet some friends and try to enjoy myself. I found them, well part of them. It was as if I hadn’t seen them in years. Their faces were the same, but their hobbies were more…mature. Congregating in the background, lighting up cigarettes, and nobody around giving a damn. Kids everywhere, smoking, dressing indecently, growing into horrid monsters, leaving behind mere shadows of themselves.
I crouch down by the carousel and wait for my mom to pick me up, trying only to blend in and not think. The monsters, however, notice me. They skulk closer and closer speaking in a language I recognized but did not understand. Their voices heightened and lowered in pitch, became raspy, and it all frightened me. When I didn’t respond, they would bellow hideous cackles and guffaws, but eventually they were infuriated and grabbed me. The carousel’s music grew louder as they pinned me to the asphalt and pressed their cigarettes on my skin. I couldn’t hear myself scream over the music.
The music turned into singing, then to a muffled whisper, then to a clear voice calling my name.
“Eric! Eric, wake up!”
The monsters and the fair vanished and I opened my eyes to find my roommate, Luke, shaking, smiling, and staring at me. His skin was more pale than usual, making his freckles stick out like mud on a white suit.
“Eric, do you know what’s on your bed?” There was a tinge of vibrato in his voice, as if he was about to explode in hysterical laughter.
I tried to guess what could be in my bed that would make Luke so happy. At first, I jokingly thought of a dildo, but then I remembered the events of last night. “I take it you met, uh…Flutters?”
Luke stooped down lower and let out a noise like he was punched in the gut, though his smile only grew. “I think you mean Fluttershy!”
Leave it to a brony to correct me on a pony’s name. “Well whoever she is, you can take care of her. I don’t want anything to do with talking ponies.
“Aww, c’mon Eric! I can’t be here all the time. I gotta take care of Michelle too! Just think of her as…as a home project. I know how much you love to take care of animals, and that’s what Fluttershy used to do!”
I sighed in resignation. Even though Michelle was a brony too, she found out she was allergic to talking ponies when she and Luke went to an auction. Luke was gone for a week consoling her. “Fine, but don’t be shocked if she’s just gone one day. If Flutters,”
“Fluttershy.”
“Whatever! If Fluttershy gets on my nerves, I am inclined to kick her out.”
Luke’s smile finally left him. “You can’t just do that Eric! She’s one of the elements of harmony!”
“Then you can take care of her yourself.”
I crossed my arms and smiled in satisfaction. Luke looked like he was about to throw up, which made me chuckle a little. Finally, Luke said, “Fine. I doubt you’d even have a problem with her anyways. That smile of yours will probably scare her away.”
I laughed and replied, “Trust me; I won’t be smiling with her around.”
I stood up and went to my room to get a change of clothes. I grabbed what I needed and started to undress when I saw the pony sleeping soundly in my bed. I won’t deny that she looked adorable, but then again I would say the same thing about a snake constricting my arm. She was whimpering and fidgeting every so often. From what blabbering I understood from Luke, Fluttershy was a pony that was literally afraid of her own shadow, so I imagined what beautiful dream she was being terrified of. I stepped into the bathroom and tried to remember what my dream was about. Something about a circus…a fog machine? Oh well.
I saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed a big scrape on the side of my face. How didn’t Luke notice this? Oh right; my face never left the pillow. I opened the cabinet and pulled out some hand sanitizer. I never used to clean a wound other than putting water on it, but ever since I started studying to be a vet I took a couple extra precautions, even if they weren’t very good ones. I took a little of the substance out and rubbed it thoroughly in my hands. I took a deep breath and slapped my scrape repetitively, pursing my lips as the sting coursed through my face. After cleaning the wound I realized I didn’t shower last night like I usually do.
One shower later, I got dressed and headed to the kitchen for some cereal. I opened the door and the mellow pony’s head snapped towards me. She half hid herself behind the covers and whispered, “Um, good morning sir.”
“Good morning.” I responded flatly. “Uhh…you eat cereal?”
All I got in reply was a small nod and a lowering of the blanket. “Alright, all we’ve got is Lucky Charms so I hope that’s ok.”
Her pupils shrunk to an impossible size. “D-don’t those have m-m-m-m-marshmallows?”
“Uh, yeah, they do…why?”
“I heard marshmallows were p-p-pieces of my friend, Rarity.”
Something clicked in my head and I just stared back at the pony with a stone face. “Yeah, and I heard you were a stick of butter, you want breakfast or not?”
She slowly crawled out of my bed and followed me to the kitchen, though she seemed to keep her distance from me. I poured two bowls, put one on the table, and the other on the floor. Fluttershy said thanks, but she never looked at me. She only looked at her cereal sadly before she slowly began to eat. She only ate about half of it and said she was finished. I cleaned both bowls and sat down on the couch. Thank God I don't have class or anything today. I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was 1:08. Wow, we were knocked out. Luke was nowhere to be seen. He must have a date with Michelle and left while I was in the shower.
“Oh my, what happened to your face? Did you scrape it when we were running last night?” The pony was looking at me with pity in her eyes.
“No, I had a dream that zombies were eating my face and it came true.” I said scornfully.
The pony vanished underneath the couch, and I facepalmed. Geez, this pony is gonna drive me insane. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. “You know, zombies like to live under couches.”
A yellow blur darted out from under the couch back to my bedroom, and I fell off the couch laughing.
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Interesting Description. Gunna have to read.
Edit: Okay, so I read what you got. Frankly, this is a disturbing subject for a story, but it's a very interesting idea. As long as you don't kill any of the mane six, or any of my favorite backround ponies, I'm fine with it, and us readers will let you live.
I'd suggest taking your time writing it, and if you don't have one already, get an editor. They aren't hard to come by, and will generally do just about anything. I'd offer to edit, but I'm already taken by another story.
In short, good job, be careful where you take this story, there are some things that just go to far. Try explaining what happened, we all wanna know how ponykind became enslaved, and how the hay this would be allowed in the modern world, since slavery is ILLEGAL. I expect clever solutions.
This story looks very promising, yes indeed. a quick thing though, there are some spelling mistakes and I feel as if it's a bit rushed. But all in all, this story looks fantastic. Keep up the good work!
-Digit
As much as I would love to read this right now, just looking at it devastates me. I'll put it aside for when I'm a little stronger.
An interesting concept, i'll have to keep reading when more chapters come out.
I had a Idea like this once, It was mostly spawned from a story on Fanfic called 'Chains' where humans are enslaved by ponies.
Hahahahaha. I am interested in this story. Heavy urges you to go forward with it!
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Now,,, I am interested!
I was hoping for a full break from established canon. Also I suppose while there might be more potential for build up when the protagonist is just some kid with no resources, I have my doubts as to whether the issues/horrors/philosophical conflicts of Slavery can really be explored fully with this sort of setting. I also find it a little unrealistic that if Equestria not only existed as it is, but if bronies existed in the real world that there would be full damn insurgency groups running around in areas where ponies were allowed to be enslaved.
It may work out...pretty much could go either way but I'm a bit skeptical that the real meat of the subject matter will get explored.
faved. also, you want an editor? im game.
btw, he mistreats fluttershy. he must DIE.
Looool! You know what zombies say about faces? They're magically delicious!
I'm certainly gonna read this, I just hope that there won't be the typical black person here who tries to ruin this for everyone by posting an immensely long hate comment about how his ancestors where slaves and how this is offensive to him.
Oh I'm sure nobody would do that...right?javascript:smilie('
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crap! i'm liking this story
Seems interesting.
Here take a Moustache:
Instant recognition, the auctioneer in the picture is col. sanders, no doubts...
I'll wait to see how this goes.
...you have my rapt attention good sir.
W-Whadda ya mean Rarity got turned into marshmallows?
802912 She wasn't. Fluttershy just heard someone say she was part marshmallow
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AWESOME STORY!
That was mean of Eric though. 
i just started writing my own fic and my main characters name is luke :( why are there coincedences like these??
I'm sorry, I appear to have written an essay in your comments section. Please read it.
Firstly, bronies. Get rid of them, and every mention of My Little Pony. If ponies are being enslaved, and MLP is a thing, the only reason I can think of is some ridiculous thing where Hasbro claims copyright on Equestria and it's inhabitants. Don't bother doing that, it sounds like something from The Colbert Report.
Second, with a setup like this, I'm expecting something epic, with stirring speeches, big events, and huge chapters. I'm sorry, but this concept deserves that. It deserves nothing less than great writing, not decent, not even good, but great.
I'm sorry, but with this concept, I came in expecting something on par with My Little Dashie, Eternal, that sort of thing. I know I shouldn't expect that, but come on, this has the potential to be Atlas Shrugged, or Brave New World, or even Blade Runner (Yes, I rank Ridley Scott movies above Ayn Rand and Aldous Huxley, got a problem with that?)
Now, you have to properly explore the morality, and the slavery, and the reasons behind it all. No, I don't want a prologue with a huge exposition drop. Give us something clever. What is everyone's justification for enslaving ponies? Is it like with black slavery? Be sure to read up on slavery.
And what are the reasons? Don't bother explaining the dimensional portal, in fact, get rid of it. Nothing good can come of such a huge advancement. You can hardly imagine the ways the world would change. Think of humans as a chick in an egg. A dimensional portal would make us break out of the egg. And all that, in the near future, technology would still have to go the proper course. We don't even have truly advanced spaceflight yet. We might as well be shooting hobby shop rockets right now, and even twenty years in the future, we'll only have upgraded to an RC plane. History has to run the course, I'm afraid. Maybe put the ponies somewhere on Earth, or Mars or something.
What about Celestia and Luna? Give us reasons. Are they like the African Kings of the 17th century, selling their own kind as slaves? It's wildly out of character, but it's still an answer. And yes, I'm pretty sure they're bullet-proof. And tank-proof. And research-proof. And nuke-proof. They're just generally everything-proof. So give us reasons.
I can give you some suggested reading before tackling this, because it has potential. Try The Martian Chronicles, Atlas Shrugged (Only if you have a lot of spare time, it's over 1,000 pages long), Brave New World, 1984, and that sorta thing.
Again, I'm sorry for writing an essay in your comments. But you need to know what you're tackling. It's bigger than just a piece of fanfiction, even though it may not seem so at first. Give us a good story, not a pretty one, not a happy one, but a good story. Give us John Galt.
805965 thank you for the input, but with all due respect, I'm going to put in whatever content I feel is logical. I can promise you that it won't be happy through and through, but it will have its d'aww moments.
806129 I wouldn't have it any other way. Just do your thing.
Interesting concept you have here. However be warned that you are walking on a VERY slippery slope with this topic. If i may put in a recommendation: please for the love of everything that is pony, do not make bronys the instigators of this slave market. You will piss so many people off.
But it's your story, do with it how you wish.
REALLY surprised to see a story like this pop up. Sadly, I don't read tragedies
Realy good. Gives a fav and a thimbs up for support
Okay I guess everyone else said what they wanted to be said, but I had some troubles following who was talking and who was not... or rather, I had some troubles trying to understand their tone of voice in that one. The only way I could tell who was talking was because of how each of these characters pronounced Fluttershy's name. Also, the story didn't seem like it was one of those "characters having to figure out what's going on along with the audience" kind of story either.
Marshmellows are made from rarity? That made my day. Seriously i couldnt stop laghing it totally caught me off guard
You... you monster!
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