The Night Robin

My muscles screamed bloody murder, my breath was ragged, tearing at my chilled throat and lungs; the cold air numbing my senses.  I don't know why I am still running, they know i'm going to collapse. My teeth began to sting, the cold air sending daggers of pain throughout my mouth. I let out a loud gurgle, as sinus drainage began to accumulate in my throat. I gave one last mighty bound, before I tripped over a gnarled root hidden by the snow, and landed abdomen first upon the hard frozen earth. The air suddenly shot from my lungs, and they refused to refill themselves. My panic rose to a new pitch, as I tried desperately to suck in air, and the fact that my pursuers were almost upon me.

I barely made my way onto my hands and knees, before a hard solid object came down on my back, pressing hard to keep me from moving. I craned my neck to look at the culprit. Three pastel colored ponies, the one who had his hoof on me had a horn sticking out of his head. A unicorn. I would've laughed, if my throat did not feel like icicles had formed in it. He turned to his two other companions.

" Pumpkin, Icy, c'mere and look at dis beaut. We got ourselves one of those rare northern bred humans, the one's with white skin. These  brutes sell pretty damn high, up in canterlot," the unicorn roughly pushed my face into the snow, exposing my backside to the others, " Pumpkin, shoot him with the tranq right in the backside of the knee, where that vein is."

Almost immediately, I felt the pain of a needle enter into my knee, and numbness quickly set in. I could feel it spread up and out through my body until I couldn't even move my eyelids, and soon I succumbed to the tranquilizer.

I woke to the sound of train bells whistling, and the rumble of wheels upon tracks. Even to my groggy, drugged mind, it was evident that I was on a train, in a rather small, confined, dark space. Kind of like my gaming room back home, though much more ominous. Apelike grunts and hoots followed the trains whistle, alerting me to the presence of others.

The thick musky smell of unwashed bodies clogged the train compartment, the wooden crates providing little barrier to the yelling and various apeish noises the others were making. Through the gloom, I spotted a water bowl in the corner of the crate. Its visage alerted me to my thirst. Using all of my strength, I managed move my drugged body over to a water bowl. When I managed to reach it, I brought it up to my lips, taking big glugs of the bitter mineral tasting water. With my thirst sated, I focused my attention on the cage next to mine.

"Can you hear me, do you understand ?" It was at that moment I looked into the cage, that I saw two eyes stare back at me. There was no glimmer in his eyes, no soul, no intelligence. The human gibbered back in incomprehensible ape noises. I recoiled in horror, my thoughts were true. In this place, humans are animals, and therefore, they think I am an animal.

Before I could finish my thoughts, the train came to a grinding halt, forcing me to clamp my hands over my ears as the brakes screeched their siren song. Loud hoof-steps upon wood signaled ponies were walking to this train compartment. The door creaked and in walked that beige colored asshole who captured me in the snow, along with his assistants, Pumpkin and Tomato, or whatever.

"Hello there pearly skin. You're gonna get sold today, hope you like those snooty nobles hehe," His horn glowed a bright orange, and I soon found my cage and myself, levitating next to him. He opened the train car door, and brought me outside.

THE LIGHT, IT HURTS! OH GOD KILL IT! Was the only thought that had raced through my head.

When the pain of being blinded had subsided, I could only stare out of the cage in awe, alabaster spires rose above perfectly cobbled streets. Ponies of various shapes, sizes, and colors walked about the city. When they saw me in the cage, they would walk up to the beige-furred motherfucker and ask all about me, and various conversations would start up. This continued for a seemingly indefinite amount of time until we arrived at a plaza, where humans of all sizes, shapes, colors, racks, lengths and girth were standing and sitting, caged. Ponies shouting bids, and the general noises of my less evolved cousins made the entire place sound like an urban jungle.

My beige-colored unicorn captor set me down, and levitated a megaphone to his muzzle. I don't know where it came from, but that wasn't important.

He shouted loudly into the microphone, "Attention ponies! I am selling a rare north-bred human! The highest bidder takes it home!"

Instantly, several rich, snobby-looking ponies were near my cage, already observing as if I was a piece of meat.

" My Celestia, look at his muscles!"

"His eyes are a stormy grey instead of blacks!"

" Why is it so white ?"

These were just a few of the things I heard that were said, as those ponies stared at me in the cage. If I wasn't in the position that I was, I would've slapped them all silly. Eventually, the bids began to go off. Barely a minute later, someone offered the most, and got the grand prize; me.

My cage was picked up by a blue, magic aura. It was then that I got to see what asshole decided to buy me. It was a he, a cursory glance between his hind-legs proved that. His coat was a dark forest green, his mane was jet black. Both gleamed under the sun, as if he had been groomed for 6 hours straight. Probably had some poor underpaid servant do that for him. I was honestly kind of impressed that he didn’t have a servant carrying me, instead of doing it himself.

Not much later, we got to his mansion. I got a clear look upon the exterior, a large iron fence surrounded the lavish house, about 15 feet tall. It looked easy to scale, although the tips on top would have the be taken into account. The mansion had many windows on the front and side. There was a lavish courtyard to look out upon, with groomed hedges, statues, fountains, and various decorative plants. The words "House Avernus" were engraved into the stone. Presumably, that was the family name.

We arrived at the front door, and it was pushed open to reveal velvet draped walls, suits of armor shaped to fit ponies, swords upon racks, and further down the hall, a luxurious living room, with large windows, and a crackling fireplace below a large, gigantic plasma TV, playing some form of Pony News.

I didn't want to deal with a stereotypical family getting a pet interaction, and pretended to be asleep, ignoring all sounds I didn't want to hear, while pretending to be asleep, I learned that his wife loves to get "services" from humans, and that the pony of the house is in their country’s military. When the life of the house finally gave way to the night, I rose to examine my cage.

With enough light to see by, I noticed that the thing was closed only by a simple latch. It was simple to open the cage, and then I was to do whatever, quickly setting out into the dark corridors of the mansion.