New Life, New Purpose
 
(Please be mindful that this is a bit of a dark story too somewhat.)
 
Hoofsteps echoed down the hall, carrying with them the voices that were distinctly male. However, their words were lost among a chorus of whines and muffled words of mares like herself. However, only she kept quiet. They were locked in cells such as she was, kept in various levels of bondage. Some more restricted than others, and some like herself wearing something of a partial outfit.
 
The steps went further, and more and more did their voices become clear to her. “Where… and this… stock… so many…” Were what she could make out, one voice above the rest that was a bit deeper. It had a hint of refinement to it, an accent that she was familiar with from Manehatten.
 
Eventually, she heard the hoofsteps stop in front of her cell. She could only hear the moans and whines of the other mares for a time. Curious as she was for her silence, she rose from her somewhat comfortable bedding, a mere roll with straw and feathers packed inside of it. She faced towards the front of her cell, seeing nothing but darkness thanks to the blindfold around her eyes. She looked in their general direction, remaining quiet as she knew they were assessing her.
 
“And what about this one? She seems awfully quiet compared to the rest here,” the accented voice asked, and pointed out. Her ears flickered as she heard the chiming of magic from the front of the cell, following the accent.
 
Blinking then, eyes adjusting to the light, she immediately was made aware of her company as her blindfold was taken off. She kept her forehooves close, having been bound like this three months ago and left that way ever since. She stared back at the company at the front of her cell, a trio of stallions, and a single mare. They examined her in detail, as did she with them. A company of two unicorns, and two pegasi. The former of which, she recognized her trainer among them, a Unicorn of fiery red with a lighter, almost pinkish mane.
 
“She’s been with us for almost five months now. We found her in the streets of Canterlot, going on about running out of bits and being evicted from her apartment,” he said. There was a slight, feminine lilt to their voice, that same lilt that was enough to give her sense of comfort when she first met him. “She was grateful for us giving her shelter… but we shaped her up into something better from what she once was.”
 
“So she came with you willingly?” The accented stallion asked, turning to face the other unicorn. He himself was dressed in a thick overcoat, and the way he held himself hinted that he was of some manner of prestige.
 
“To a degree,” the fiery red unicorn started, “while we gave her shelter, treated her well for a time… she found out about what we did down here after she poked her muzzle in where it didn’t belong. She took a lot of… convincing to see that it wasn’t all bad. She’s well-trained, I can assure you that much.”
 
Her trainer, and the one who’d just spoke cleared their throat, then turning to face her. “Latch, stand up. Come over and greet these kind ponies,” he then ordered.
 
Without much thinking, she’d arisen off her bed. Shaking her head some, messing her mane back into what she was comfortable with, she slowly hobbled forward to the bars of her cell. As she neared the light, her bonds becoming more apparent and brighter due to their pink color, she stood before four ponies. Bowing her head slowly, keeping her behind in the air, she looked up to the ponies.
 
“She used to be quite a smart-mouth, swore a lot too back when she was brought in. She also tried to fight back a lot, but after we got those cuffs on her, it was a lot easier for us to physically discipline her when she went out of line.  
The bridle helped for keeping her quiet too,” he explained. Looking back to Latch, he gave her a curt nod, signalling for her to stand.
 
Standing back up onto her forelegs and no longer bowing, she sat back on her haunches, patient, and blinking slowly as she kept her forehooves tucked close. Had it already been so long though since she was brought down here? Sure, she’d been a bit dubious about staying with them at first when they asked, but when she started poking her nose around to see why… well, she wasn’t able to leave once she found this place out. She’d fought for a bit, but after settling, and finding that the more she behaved better the more she was given, she accepted her fate, and her cell as her new, if somewhat temporary home.
 
“And that would explain some of the scars behind her ears and on over her cutie mark?” The accented stallion asked, cocking a brow.
 
“Yes, and she has been trained as you can see to follow some commands. That collar around her neck, you need only clip a leash around her neck, or tell her to ‘follow’ and she will. Otherwise, she is quite docile… even polite if you let her speak.”
 
A sharp whistle met Latch’s ears, making her wince as it sounded far louder than she would’ve liked. It sounded close though, close to her end of the hallway. That was a signal that there was company upstairs, likely more guests interested in mares like her. That meant that she was going to be left down her with the three ponies who already appear to have a slight interest in her.
 
Her trainer then, sighed as he’d heard the signal. He looked down the hall, then back to his company and lowered his head for the moment. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to head back upstairs and entertain some guests. Whether or not they’ll come down here as well remains to be seen.”
 
Turning away, Latch followed his form, swiveling her head until he was out of view. Then, she turned back to crowd before her and allowed them to continue examining her. Standing back up onto her hooves, she did a slow trot around in front of the doors of her cell. She showed them the wrappings around her tail, the corset that she wore, and the fishnets around her hind legs.
 
“She does look rather cute in that outfit,” the pegasus mare stated. She was dressed in something a bit thinner in comparison to the accented stallion. “Why don’t we take her instead?”
 

 
Another story of mine done, and I hope, despite the foreword above, it was enjoyable.

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