"Well he should. They are savages you know..?! I've heard from Celestia about the horrible things they were doing before we came and I even saw photos from their slaughterhouses all over their planet. ...I'm not even really sure he'll be a good pet for you Dash."
Guess what, b*tch? Go f*ck yourself.
"Now listen, if you ever hurt my friend, you're gonna regret it. Deeply. Understand?" the purple mare turns at you as soon as the door to her workshop close behind the two of you.
I suggest you f*ck off.
"I don't know what she's seeing in you but you should not abuse her kindness.” this time it’s her , interrupting you “If you will, there will be consequences."
What kind of consequences, b*tch?
There are hundreds of arguments you could say about how hypocritical it is of her to expect you to care about feelings of someone who bought you as a mere thing. In a fucking discount that is. But there’s no point in arguing when you have no rights here, so you just swallow all those words back and reluctantly nod.
Anon, stop being a b*tch.
"Where do you think I get the energy from? Myself? As if I wanted to drain my own lifeforce for spells like these... You're way too curious. There's a good reason why magic isn't for humans.... Let's return you back now. And remember what I told you. This is a threat."
Yea, an empty threat.
To emphasize on that, she raises her wing, letting you see the button she can always press.
Push it.
"Alright Scoots, I'll be right back. Then I'll show you how he can wrestle too!" your mistress soars up to your ear before dashing off "Seriously Anon, be nice. If you were to hurt her in any way, you're dead, understand?"
Just point the middle finger at her.
It’s kinda taking you back to times when some of your relatives occasionally brought their kids to family events and you were that “cool uncle” who was willing to lift them and spin them in circles like a merry-go-round. You’d never refuse because you used to love that shit too when you were little.
I wonder where they are, now?
And on the way to the balloon, you meet Fluttershy again. She’s eager to know how you’re acclimating.
"I'm... getting by..." you answer shamefully because you’re slowly getting used to your life as a pet.
Just tell her the truth.
Also, she's constantly tasting everything in the process. Aou kinda hate that but,... whatever. Can't exactly tell her to fuck off.
"I don't know what she's seeing in you but you should not abuse her kindness.” this time it’s her , interrupting you “If you will, there will be consequences."
Why didn't you respond to the comments of Leafwebs and NothingImpossible?
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I was agreeing with nothingimpossiblie's sentiment, sorry for any confusion.
I did read all of the story as hosted by the other site, so my comment is moot; but the answer to it is emotionally crushing.
Guess what, b*tch? Go f*ck yourself.
I suggest you f*ck off.
What kind of consequences, b*tch?
Anon, stop being a b*tch.
Yea, an empty threat.
Push it.
Just point the middle finger at her.
I wonder where they are, now?
Just tell her the truth.
Actually, you can.