If you were actually here to see me. “Who is that poor unfortunate colt?” you might have been asking, if you were to see me right now, moving a heavy wagon full of stones, while a bunch of raiders whip me every time I stop.

“You wanna feed the dogs, or us?”

“You little pathetic bucking shit, you value your life dont’ah?”

“Bucking good-for-nothing bum, no wonder you live with us!”

Those are the quotes I hear being yelled at me on a daily basis. Why I’m just another citizen of this little shitwhole called “Out Town”.

Years ago this place was simply called “Our Town”, but even then, the place was a shitwhole. A tiny village where everypony was equal, with no cutie marks or talents, just simply every next pony being basically another you. According to history logs, this town was so obsessed to make everypony equal that they even got rid of their cutie-marks and replaced them with the "=" sign.

But this town had one tiny perk.

The place was so boring and sad, the rest of the world never saw it. That is a good thing when the world is at war. But then, when the war happened, it consumed even this place.

And now today, supposedly like every other pre-war settlement, it is another place full of pony-eating, murdering, sadistic, and even to some point cannibalistic crazies. And it seems that, however those original villagers of this place handled it to get rid of their cutie-marks, the trick apperently stuck to this place. Nopony who lives here, has a cutie-mark. Everypony is a blank-blank.

I honestly wouldn’t know whether other places in the Equestrian Wasteland are better or worse than this since I’ve lived here my whole life. But in places like this, you either eat, or you are eaten. Unfortunately I hold the middle ground.

I am a slave: I eat only so I can live, and others who eat, keep me for later instead of eating me now. Let me repeat how long I lived like this: My! Entire! LIFE!

My name is Gideon. I was born, raised and still live as a slave in Out Town: One of the most deadly Raider settlements in the Wasteland.

Once a small boring town, now after the war rebuilt into a massive prison. I'm just one of the many slaves of Out Town. All 219 of them to be exact.

I’ve spent my whole life moving bricks, washing floors, keeping the iron hot, licking hoofs, and being bucked. Both figuratively, and very literally.

Other than that, I’ve spent my life eating crappy meals, being forced to watch as some of my friends are hanged for every time we try to escape, and my favorite activity, staring at the wall of my "house", dreaming of being anywhere but here.

As of now, I have just finished my 8th year of life here. However, believe this. Despite of how well I described this place, you would be jealous of me if you were to be a new slave here, because compared to some others, I am really lucky. I survived 8 years of growing up here, and that made the raiders think I am one of the most valuable slaves.

Granted, I was one of the strongest kids here because of the amount of work I putted in moving heavy objects. Also some slaves consider me “one of the prettiest slaves”. That’s a very bad thing to hear Raiders say about you, especially here. They want to calm their desires, and they’ll eventually do that to every slave they own. They don’t care how old the pony is, or even if he’s a “he” or a “she”. They’ll rape the pony as long as he has some kind of whole.

I had my fair share of rapes from raiders who couldn’t wait for one of the older mare slaves here being free from work. A word of just two meanings here.

And as for cutie-marks, like I said before: In here, they do not exist. Nopony, slave or raider, has a cutie-mark. Most slaves do have whip lashes instead.

The Ponies that lived here before the war, obviously used some kind of magical mumbo-jumbo to make their cutie-marks dissappear. Probably for good. Another thing I wouldn't know better, because I'm an earth-pony. Magic, that's what Unicorns are for, and only raiders use true magic.

You might have already figured out what they might use it for. Unicorn Slaves, they use their magic, only for what Raiders want: Build weapons for the Raiders, and to "pleasure them". And that's not counting the basics of lifting simple things like pencils and such.

I hope that’s a good enough summary: my life is pure hell, and anything but this life is great. Except for death. I may be having the worst life, but if I were to choose between ending it and changing it, I’d prefer changing it. Even if my life is worth nothing, I value it.

The only lives that I openly admit of having no care for at all, are the lives of those Raiders, who have kept me in chains and slave-collars for all these years. Yes, I DO want to kill them. I do want to show them what it felt like to be a slave. The one raider I would most definetly want to kill, is the one who leads all those other sadistic, trigger-happy idiots.

The king of Out Town, Bloody Blade.

His name speaks for itself. Imagine a Pony who would still surprise you with sadism and torture even if you were to have already met all the other bastards in this Town. Sounds like a charming Pony? Now that I said it, do not ever let his looks fool you. He acts friendly, but his blades are NOT for self-defense as he claims, but they are for the meat, as he claims.

Get the idea?

He is the most definite Pony, that I would kill with a smile on my face. It would end his life, and not only change mine, but every slave's life. And, after so many years of wishing so, my wish, for a life-changing event, would finally, become reality.

Just not the way I wanted it.

Other scums of the Equestrian Wasteland would generally come here to either trade one of the slaves, or they would sometimes become new auditions to this business. One day when a freaky-looking, creepy, ghoulish pony would visit Out Town, this would be the day when I get my wish to change my life.

But the new life I had then, would not be entirely better. In fact, now that I make the comparison, I’d think my old life of hell, would turn into a new life of hell.

I basically spent 8 years of hell, just so I can start a new set of years for a new hell. Only this time, it would be with a very, VERY, strange Pony that I would have the dishonor to call "My Friend".

Author's Note

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I hope you enjoyed.

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