Filth

"What in the sweet name of Celestia is that?!" A gasp escaped his lips as he pointed to the monstrosity in his mate's arms.

What Octavia held was a rather chunky but still healthy foal, with pale peach fuzz covering her little body and brown spots speckled here and there. Atop her head was a single lock of blonde mane, and her tail was just a single curl only a few strands thicker. It wailed and cried, never opening it's vibrant blue eyes that she had adopted from her father.

She sighed. Why had she married this dumb revolting pile of pale shit? She wasn't even married to him, she was just the poor mare who had to give birth to his heir. And after all this work keeping herself in a healthy pregnancy, he didn't even like what he asked for!

"This is your heir, our foal," She said, almost in perfect monotone as she glared at him.

"It's a pig! A filthy pig!"

Again with this filthy bull cap.

Another sigh escaped the cellist's throat, "Her name is Southern Belle,"

Blueblood's nose wrinkled, as he scoffed and levitated the foal to his face, "I suppose we can call the pig that, she'd earn first prize in any county fair..." As he spoke, the filly reached out to touch his fur, though he quickly returned the thing to it's birth mother.

"I must take a bath to rid of the filth..." He strutted to the doors, scowling at them, "I will not stand to let the filth infect me,"

Belle continued to wail, and even Octavia couldn't stall tears of anger that ran down her cheeks.'

"Why do you struggle so with such simple lessons pig?" The words stung Southern Belle's heart as she struggled to read the simple children's book laid out before her. She was already at the age most fillies would be taught a little before going to public school, yet even such a filly as her who could play any instrument handed to her, bake any sweet asked of her and perform any task given; she could not read nor write.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I don't know why sir," She whimpered.

Blueblood got nose to nose with her, face red as a bulls eye, "You don't know why? Well I know why, it's because you are a filthy swine!"

It was true, her color palette of pink and brown splotches upon her coat made her look like a muddy swine. Even the simple things such as her upturned snout and rather massive rear and gut  made her less and less pony like. The only way you could tell she was even a real pony was her curly blonde mane and bright blue eyes, with her blue ribbon cutie mark covering her expanded flanks and small baby horn though very sensitive very strong with magic.

"I-I'm sorry sir..."

"You best be! Or I'll have to wash out your disgusting mouth young lady of it's filthy southern accent," He spat in her eye and trotted away, "Now continue your lessons pig, your mother will be back from her concert tomorrow to fail at teaching you again,"

For a split second she wanted to wail as she was once allowed to as a foal, but only cried silently as her tears fell to the pages below, staining the paper.

Southern Belle trudged after her father, wearing a bright blue dress that poorly hid her portly frame. They were at some stupid festival in the gardens, as fancy ponies would bring their fancy things to sell and buy, some were even willing to trade. She was being forced to carry Blueblood's items, all heavy and causing her back terrible pain. All this stuff was just too heavy for her, but the prince didn't care, not one bit. Even ponies she barely knew at this festival seemed concerned but too afraid of the prince's wrath to actually help her. They only whispered and murmured to one another.

"Poor filly..."

"Her bones must ache so much..."

"She hasn't even had a break yet..."

"That prince is just too cruel..."

Blueblood heard this but ignored it for most of their stroll, till he finally saw the filly was silently crying, looking as though her back was going to snap into two. He groaned loudly, levitating the inventory off of her and onto another servant of his' back. "Filthy Swine, go and get yourself something, make sure it's of use," He sighed, "I'm off to get some wine,"

A grin spread across the pink unicorn's face, and she quickly began galloping through the crowd, slowing down as she reached the more magical and enchanting sales ponies had to offer. There were spell books, potions and even magic pendants, though she came across something even more beautiful. It was a crystal mirror, the framing dull and black like a shadow yet had bright ruby red gems encrusted as though an attempt to jazz it up. At the top was a violet crystal more beautiful than the entire thing alone, and inside it seemed to swirl with all sorts of magic. Even her own crystal clear reflection made her dizzy almost like she was under a spell.

"Princess Belle! I see you've caught interest in this fine piece of art,"

The piggy pony looked up to the scrawny stallion beside the mirror. He had a funny mane and was awfully tall, though didn't seem too bad, "It's all yours if you want it,"

She swallowed the lump in her throat, prepared to coat her southern accent with a rich canterlot impression, "Oh no, I just couldn't..."

"It's all yours Southern Belle, your deserve it," He smiled sadly at her, along with other ponies standing close by.

A mare with a pale blue mane nodded, agreeing with the stallion selling the mirror, "A princess that goes through such a struggle like you deserves it,"

She almost wanted to get away from all this attention she never gets, but quickly agrees to take the mirror under her possession. As she levitates it back to the more social part of the festival, she bumped into a certain white mare.

"Oh my goodness, what's the rush little one?"

Belle gasped, staring at the princess of the sun herself in shock, "P-Princess Celestia! I am so so sorry for such an inconvenience..."

"No trouble at all child," She chuckled, "How what is that you have behind your back?"

She hesitantly showed her the mirror, watching as Celestia got a good look at his, raising her brow almost suspiciously.

"What an interesting mirror, very beautiful I must say," She smiled.

Southern Belle stammered softly, "T-Thank you ma'am,"

As she was about to say your welcome, a certain stallion stormed over, "What is THAT?" He demanded, catching much attention as a crowd already began to form.

"A-A mirror..."

"Oh a mirror?"

She nodded slowly.

"Then why would you by something so filthy and damaged?" Blueblood marked. Everyone looked confused. To them, the mirror was cleaner and brighter than a summer day, though he saw it covered in stains and dirt with the glass shattered into many pieces.

"I-I don't understand what you mean father?" She quickly covered her mouth.

His eyes twitched, and he showed no remorse as he lifted a clean blue hoof up to her face. There was a loud smacking noise as he struck her face, turning her hole cheek red. A collection of gasps spread through the festival, the hole place going still. A look of disgust was one everyponies' faces, even the princess herself. Blueblood looked around confused, "What? What did I do?"

Celestia turned around haughtily, her tail flicking him in the face as she began guiding the sobbing filly into the castle, "Come Southern Belle, let's get you some ice for that..."

She nodded lightly, though wasn't able to hear her very well as a black smoke was clouding around the mirror's purple crystal, a dark distorted voice whispering in her ear oddly comforting words...