Chapters Born of Mare and Stallion
The pink mare lives with us, but I dont see her as much as I want to. Shes pink and Im burned, and when I make noises she doesnt get scared like the others. The pink mare takes care of me when mom and dad arent around, and we have fun.
We dont go outside, cuz that seemed to be the one condition of the pink mare looking after me, but we get to do a lot of stuff while indoors. For instance she likes reading a lot, although she doesnt talk about it much. She reads words to me and I make noises that are different from the ones I normally make, and they almost sound like words. I rest against her chest and belly and her coat feels really soft, a lot softer than mine. Mine is like burned earth. I hate it, yes I do.
The most recent book the pink mare read to me was about some foals who are not much older than me who go on a time travel adventure or something, and there are these weird mares who help them out cuz they want to find their dad. If my dad got lost I wouldnt want to find him, cuz he doesnt love me. The pink mare loves me. She reads to me for what feels like hours, and I almost fall asleep between her hooves and she looks down at me and smiles something nice. Her smiles make me feel warm.
The pink mare is weird cuz she talks to herself all the time, but I dont mind. she has a sweet voice. It reminds me of whenever I get to eat candy. Sometimes she sez something to me, like right after we had finished the previous book. It was a long day, but I liked it.
Whos hungry, she sez to me sweetly. I made a noise that sounded like a bird chirping, and the pink mare giggled. Me coat black like burned earth. The pink mare picked me up and rested me aside and went to the kitchen and I followed her. Mom and dad own a bakery, so it was easy to get things together to make another thing that I could eat. Sweets taste much better than rats and bugs.
I love the pink mare. She always knows what to make for me, and she never sez anything bad while Im around. Shes always so nice. I wonder how she does it. I wish she was my mom. I dont understand why she isnt my mom and yet mom is. Mom is mean to me. She doesnt hit me like brother does, but she keeps making me go back to me room. Its dark in there, darker than me. The walls are cold.
For dinner we had slices of pie that the pink mare baked, and I got lost in the taste. I concentrated on me food mostly, but sometimes some of me eyes would wander over to the pink mare and what she was doing. She ate too, but she kept an eye on me, and it was a lovely eye because it shined kindness on me. I dont understand why she does this.
Pretty good isnt it, she sez to me out of the blue. I nodded and squeaked and she smiles, and neither of us felt bad.
The pink mare didnt tuck me into bed, cuz mom and dad and booster and sister got back from wherever they were. But she did give me a small kiss on me muzzle, then she asked me to close all me eyes and I did. She planted a kiss on each eyelid, and I tightened me eyes so they wouldnt get wet like they do when Im either really sad or really happy.
I should start reading on me own so I wont feel so lonely in me room.
I wish I could eat something like apple pie more often, cuz usually at night I have to look for something to eat cuz Im hungry and all I can find in my room are bugs. Theyre pests, so they deserve to be eaten. They clearly hate me, so I hate them back and they crunch in me mouth as I eat them and they make me tummy hurt when they go through.
I may be a pony but Im the biggest bug here. Im at the top of the food chain, yep yep yep.
Born of Mare and Stallion
Me and this colt from outside have the same birthday, but he gets a birthday party and I dont. I turned five today. One two three four five. Nopony looked excited about me birthday, so I guess it isnt a good thing. I know this colt has the same birthday as me cuz today he had a party held for him at the bakery downstairs and I wasnt invited.
Happy birthday to me. Oh well. I tried sneaking downstairs so I could see what was going on, yes I did. I took to the walls and crawled along them with me legs and left green slime on the walls because that comes out of me. I got the door to me room opened and I sneaked downstairs where there was more light and there were ponies having fun. I wanted to have fun.
It was hard to do, getting downstairs. Mom had locked me in me room and chained four of me legs to the bed. She got these hoofcuffs from somewhere and made it so that I couldnt get away. I had to stay there, but I wanted to get out. So I did.
I used my sharper teeth to bite through the things that connected the cuffs to each other and eventually I got out. I never bite anypony, no never. I know it would hurt a lot, a lot more than if I just hit somepony with a hoof. Brothers stupid cuz this one time he told mom that I bit him, and she believed him even though he didnt have any marks on him. Just a bruise from where I hit him. He was beating me over the head and making me head throb and me eyes hurt behind them, so I hit him back. He deserved it. He knew he shouldnt have touched me, but then he did. He smiles at me something evil after mom punished me and locked me in me room.
I figured I was going to be punished again, but I just wanted to see what the ponies were doing, and anyway it had been a really long time since I had seen lights. The sun would shine through the window in me room, but I needed something more. I still do. All this darkness makes me tummy hurt and me eyes sore, and I dont like it, nope nope nope.
When I went downstairs, it couldnt have taken long for somepony to see me, cuz within a few seconds there was screaming. A lot of the ponies at the party were making horrific noises that made me ears tingle badly, and I felt like me eyes were gonna get wet. The colt, whoever he is, was brought outside and mom and dad chased me back into me room. I think I saw the pink mare at the party, but I dont remember her mouth ever opening when she saw me. Shes the only one who isnt disgusted by me.
Mom pushed me back into me room and I hit one of her forelegs in protest and she hit me back in the head. It hurt. It hurts. Me head still hurts and I cant concentrate right now. I think she hit me too hard. I wish she would pay for that, but shes me mom. After mom left, dad got some rope and tied me to me bed and told me to not go anywhere or else. They didnt want me ruining fun, but I didnt mean to do anything. I wanted to play with the pink mare and maybe some of the younger ponies, but not me brother and sister. Theyre evil.
Later on the pink mare came into me room and patted me on the head and smiled in a way that was different from before. I flinched but then relaxed and she just kept patting me. I wish she would have hugged me. I think me legs would be good for hugging. Then mom came to the doorway and made a mean face and told the pink mare to go back to her room, cuz she lives with us, and left me alone. I thought mom was going to hit me again, but I guess she felt too tired, so she went away.
I dont know why they all hit me so often but Ill make sure they pay for it, yes I will.
Born of Mare and Stallion
Dad tried killing me again, but he needs to try harder next time. He wanted to make it look like a bad accident, cuz I dont think he has enough stuff in him to do anything too evil to me in front of everypony. I dont blame him. I think hes sad a lot, and I think he feels sadder whenever he looks at me. I feel sad too whenever I have to look at me with all me eyes.
He tried to crush me with a heavy box, but I got out of the way. I saw his face and eyes get wet and he went away and I just stood there like I havent got a brain in me head. I didnt feel anything except maybe a little hungry.
To be honest I dont think dad is really me dad. I think something different happened that made me come here to this place where ponies would always hit me and beat me over the head and tie up me legs. Ive come up with a story for meself and I want to write it down here so I wont forget. It is important cuz I think it might be true.
One day, a long long time ago before I was born, somepony came down from the sky and did something with me mother. A thing with eight legs and six eyes came down from where the clouds ended and came to me mother in the night and did something to her that made her belly big. She went on with it, thinking it was another baby she had with dad, and her belly got bigger.
Then she gave birth in a hospital somewhere on the outside and out I went into the world and all the doctors and nurses screamed. I dont remember being born, but I kinda remember being very little, littler than I am now, and how a lot of ponies made weird faces at me and how they screamed and went away when I made a noise that frightened them. I didnt mean to scare them, my voice just sounds that way. I would sound much better if I could say words and talk to others. Me teeth are all weird and me throat hurts whenever I try to say things. It hurts too much, so I dont really try it. Maybe when Im older.
The green slime gets everywhere when I try climbing the walls and the ceiling. Ive gotten good at crawling on the ceiling too. I dont fall off it like I used to. My legs are getting stronger slowly. Its a shame about the slime, cuz it smells awful and I dont like it more than anypony else, even though its mine. Im getting tired. Im also running out of pages to write on. Writing makes me mouth ache too.
I got this stoopid book for me fourth birthday when I started to write things, and mom and dad thought it was a good idea. They wanted me to keep meself busy whenever I get locked in me room for hours, which is often. Like right now.
The hours get longer at night. Sometimes when Im really tired I start to think crazy things, like biting through the bars of me window and getting to the outside, but I dont know. I dont think it would be worth it with all the screaming ponies looking at me.
Dads probably going to try to kill me again. I hope he does, yep yep yep.
Born of Mare and Stallion
Today we wanted to go to the big place to play, but mom left me in the room. They left me here. Mom sez to me that I couldnt go out cuz the ponies outside didnt think I was okay. They didnt wanna see me at all, so now im here for a long time. I dont know how long but I dont like it. The floor is cold and the walls are cold, too cold, and if I go on the ceiling then it just feels weird and my head feels heavy.
Its boring here. I cant go on the ceiling cuz if I do then I end up feeling all wrong, and I hurt meself before a while back. It hurt, falling from the ceiling, hitting the floor with a thud. Some ponies came up from downstairs, I think they were mom and dad, I cant remember too clearly, but they saw that I fell and they put me back on me legs so my head didnt feel too bad anymore. They put ice around my head and wrapped it and it stayed there, very cold, but after a while I didnt feel it.
You should stop crawling around so much, mom sez to me. You should stay on the ground, its not safe if you go up the walls like you do. You need to think about yourself and keep quiet.
And I sez to her, But mom.
And she sez back, No. Stay on the ground. Youre more fragile than you know. Youre too smart for your own good.
I made a noise mom didnt like. But mom, I sez to her, brother and sister get to fly and climb on the walls, why cant I.
Mom didnt say anything. Dad was there in the corner, and he didnt look happy. His face was all screwed up, but so was moms, and she was saying stuff to me. Mom was the only one who talked to me. Dad saw me, but he never sez anything. I dont know.
Mom made a frowny face at me and sez, You need to stay put. Okay. Can you do that for mommy. And I nodded and I shook my head, but I must have made a face again because moms eyes looked wet. She turned away from me and went and then dad went and now theyre both gone. I stayed where I was. Im still here. This stoopid pencils getting dull.
So mom and dad and brother and sister went outside somewhere, I cant remember what they told me. I dont know if they actually sez anything. I think they just decided to leave me here. The other one, the young mare, is gone too. I havent seen her in a while, in a few hours. I miss her. I wonder when shell be back. I think she likes me. I hope she likes me. All me legs are sore.
I dont like being here. Ill find a way out, Im sure I will. I will I will I will.
Born of Mare and Stallion
Brother and sister do things with me that make me make a face. It scares them, whenever I make these faces. Usually they just look at me funny cuz they cant help but notice me legs and my head, but I dont mind that too much. I think theyre dumb.
Brother is a weird one, cuz he has wings and flies everywhere and it makes me feel bad cuz I wish I had wings. If I had wings I could fly out a window and away to somewhere, but Im stuck with me legs. Brother teases me and thinks I dont notice.
Sister is even weirder, cuz she has this thing that sticks out on her forehead, and sometimes it glows and she does things with it. She uses magic or something and moves things around and it always catches me eye, even when Im busy with something I still turn me head and watch sister do stuff with her thing. It has to be magic or something, but I dont have that.
One time I remember brother and sister were teasing me again, and theyre bigger than me so they thought they could get away with it. Well I showed them. Yes I did. They dont tease me so much now, which feels good. It makes me feel good.
They was teasing me and brother sez something like, Quit being so clumsy, stupid. Stupid stupid. Cuz I was a bit younger and didnt know how to use me legs and brother and sister thought it was funny. They laughed, but then acted all annoyed like I broke something. I dont understand it. I nodded but then brother sez, Dont you understand me. Didnt mom and dad teach you how to speak.
I nodded again, but brother must have gotten fed up with me cuz he hit me on the head and that hurt a lot. I sats there, hurt, and two of me eyes stung. That hurt too. They were getting wet, and I hate it when that happens. So I did the only thing I thought I could do and I hit brother back. I dont think I hit him hard, but he must have been very angry with me after that, cuz he pushed me over hard and pulled at one of me legs. He flew with his wings and lifted me off the ground like a doll, and me eyes stung more. It hurt.
Sister didnt do anything. She sat there with her cubes and pretended to not notice. I think she pretended we were playing, but brother was hurting me and sister didnt say anything about it. She took her toys to another room and left me there.
I didnt like what brother was doing so I tried kicking him with me legs, me free ones, and it must have worked cuz he put me back down and started making noises. He made another noise and then I made one that sounded way different, and then he hit me again. He almost poked out one of me eyes, yes he did. He hurt me.
He shouldnt have done that.
I used four of me legs cuz two and two is four and I hit him a lot and made him make more noises. And at some point mom came in and took us apart and brother yelled and screamed about how I hit him and I wish I could have sez something. Mom wouldnt have listened though, cuz she always favored brother and sister. She didnt sez it, but yes she did.
Mom made a mean face and put me back in my room, and me eyes all hurt too much and I had water coming out.
I dont regret it. If brother touches me again Ill hit him more, yes I will.
