>You are Anon
>You have just bought a pony slave
>Hooray!
>Finally, someone who will put up with your bullshit!
>Oh god almighty you're so alone.
>You set down the carrier cage thingy for cats and open the hatch.
>Slowly; hesitantly; a purple unicorn steps out.
>She's bruised and you can see scars in the patches of fur that are missing.
>Her horn, unlike many other unicorns, is intact.
>That's why she was so cheap; she had the potential to hurt her master.
>But you weren't going to be her master.
"Twilight?"
>Her head snaps to you and you can see a mixture of caution and terror in her eyes.
>"Y-yes, master?"
>You grimace. Oh god, you're trying to HELP her; you don't need her to fucking call you 'master'.
"Just...just call me 'Anon', okay? None of this 'master' crap."
>Twilight tilts her head, trying to process what you said.\
>"Alright, Anon. I will call you that from now on."
>Sounds like Siri.
>A robot with no personality or will of her own.
"Twilight, I want to say this outright. I'm not going to hurt you. I will not 'punish' you for your misbehaviour. I bought you because you were suffering, and I don't want to see another breathing, thinking, feeling, dreaming creature suffer."
>Twilight says nothing.
>Is that a glimmer of hope in her eyes?
>....
>Nope.
>"I hear and understand, Anon."
>God dammit.
>What did they DO to her?
"Let's just start the tour of your new home."
>"Yes, Anon."
>Fuck, the way she says it, it may as well be "master".
>Once you walk her through your home, you leave her to her own devices.
>Like you said; you are NOT her master.
>Fucked up as it may be, you bought a FRIEND, not a slave.
>"Anon?"
>Twilight is now sitting at your feet.
"Yes, Twilight?"
>"What do you plan to feed me? I have been trained to consume and digest a wide variety of substances, so you may feed you what you wish."

>........Jesus fucking Christ.
"I.... what do you want to eat?"
>Twilight doesn't say a thing; she looks at you with a cocked head.
>"I'm sorry, Anon. I don't understand."
"Look, just- What is your favourite food?"
>After a brief pause, you quickly add
"Your answer will not result in punishment, no matter what you said. Consider this permission to speak freely."
>You feel sick after saying that.
>Twilight pauses, deep in thought.
>"I... I like salad with flowers and hay..."
>Twilight cringes and braces herself like she expects to be hit.
>Like HELL she will be.
"I have those. I can make it for you, Twilight."
>Twilight looks up at you in surprise, but that emotion is quickly masked with neutrality.
>"Thank you, Anon. You are a most considerate and generous master."
>Oh god you are NEVER going to get used to this.
>You were an idiot. You wanted to be the big-dickingest manly man white-knight and save a pony from enslavement, but you didn't even consider that she might have psychological issues.
>You know.
>From the TORTURE.
>Fuck you and everything about you, Anon.
>You wanted to feel important, and this is what you've got.
>A mare who is in serious need of.....
>You don't know.
>Something that isn't this.
>White-knight bullshit aside, you legitimately feel for her.
>You want this to stop.
>So you make her dinner.
>You make the best fucking salad with flowers and hay that you can.
>And despite her expectations, you give her a plate on the TABLE like a PERSON, not the bowl on the floor that came with her.

>Fucking dammit, you are NOT prepared for this.
>As you prepare for bed, you see Twilight sitting by your pillow.
>"What will you have me do, Anon?"
>Like the stupid idiot you are, you don't understand.
>Fucking autist.
"....what do you WANT to do, Twilight?"
>Is this a test?
>Twilight doesn't waste time in answering.
>"I would like to pleasure you before you sleep, if you will allow me."
>aaaaah
>With a heavy burden on your shoulders, you sit on the edge of your bed.
"Twilight, I really do mean it when I say that I don't want you to do anything to me."
>You glance over, and she's giving you the same look as when she was offering her body to you.
>"I am willing to do whatever you need to do."
>You miserable cunt, what have you gotten yourself into?
"Just..."
>You cradle your head in your hands.
>This is too much.
>How are you supposed to deal with this?
>You're out of your league.
>You aren't ready for this.
>You need an adult.
"Twilight...?"
>She perks up at her name.
"...Go to sleep. You may sleep in my bed. You and I will do nothing but sleep. Is that understood?"
>Please, God, you can't deal with this right now.
>Just say yes.
>"I understand and obey, Anon."
>You don't sleep well that night.

>It's four in the morning when you decide to give up on sleeping that night.
>On the pillow next to you sleeps Twilight, curled up in a ball and completely still.
>Dead-still.
>Honestly, if it weren't for the rise and fall of her chest, well...
>You've seen pony-pets before. One of your neighbours even had one.
>They seemed to you to be really happy. Always a smile on their muzzles, always excited to see their masters.
>Until you bought Twilight, you really only thought of them as intelligent dogs; Lord knew they ACTED like it.
>You sit up in your bed, and your old mattress squeaks loudly. 
>Had it not been for the complete silence of your room, you never would have heard a tiny, stifled gasp coming from behind you.
>Twilight was still curled up, but her eyes were wide open, and the fur on her haunches stood on end.
>You weren't prepared for damaged goods; you just wanted a friend.
>You overreacted yesterday, but you really don't know what to do.
>Can you fix her? Is she beyond fixing?
>HOW do you fix her?
"Go back to sleep, Twilight. I'm going to go watch TV in the living room."
>"Yes, Anon. I will make sure to be well-rested for tomorrow."
>Twilight obediently closes her eyes, but her posture remains stiff.
>She won't relax and fall asleep until you're out of the room.

>In the living room, things look dark and scary.
>Your TV is only on right now to provide some background noise, so you've set it to the news.
>You flip through your phone, looking on forums for how to treat special cases of abuse.
>You'd gone through some pet-pony stuff before you bought Twilight, of course, but you never expected her to be the way she was.

>Nothing.
>There were only second-hand reports and stories from "a friend of a friend".
>Seems Twilight just got real lucky and landed herself with some sick fuck before she came to you.
>Maybe she needs to be pampered? You know, to show her that she can trust you.
>It's a better plan than no plan at all, you guess.
>Looks like you'll be heading out to the store soon.

>By seven o'clock, you've decided that you've waited long enough to get to the stores.
>You've already prepared breakfast for Twilight; the same as dinner, only with scrambled eggs.
>The pony forums said that most ponies loved eggs, so...
"Twilight?"
>You poke your head into your room to call her for breakfast and spot Twilight sitting on the pillow she slept on.
>"How can I help you, Anon?"
"Breakfast is ready, Twilight. It's a salad like last night, but I put some scrambled eggs on the side."
>Twilight's eyes light up for a split-second, before they return to their dull, neutral state.
>"Thank you very much, Anon. I don't deserve such a delicious meal."
>This mare is killing you.
"Twilight, you haven't done anything NOT to deserve it. You don't have to earn your meals in my house, okay?"
>Twilight cocks her head, and confusion is plain on her face.
>"I... I don't..."
>You don't let her finish. Instead, you wave her over.
"Breakfast is on the table, Twilight. C'mon over and eat."
>Twilight hops down off of your bed and stiffly walks past you towards the kitchen.
>Breakfast is a tense affair.
>You had to instruct Twilight to sit on the chair to eat her food, which surprised her.
>God's sake, she nearly had a nervous breakdown when you told her that she was free to use her magic to feed herself.
>The look on her face was a mixture of terror and elation.
>You don't think she EVER expected to be allowed to use her magic ever again.
>Why not just chain her to the wall, while you were at it?