Help the slaver

Why would you help the slaver?

You do not know. But this is what you want. Perhaps part of you wants to become a pony. Even more so than your other side is fearing it. All that matters is that you made your decision.

You kick out the ****'s leg, expectant of the owner's victory. But instead, what you see is that both of them stop fighting, their faces engulfed in a grin once the **** managed to get up from the ground.