I started out as a perfectly normal pregnancy, with perfectly normal parents. Then I was born and my parents realized I had no chance at being average.
I have strabismus or walled eyes. This didn't really affect me until my 5th birthday. Now my parents love me, however they never bothered to actually find out what strabismus actually is. They believed I was retarded all of my childhood and most of my adult life. This is something that I have worked to disprove since the first day of school, but first impressions ARE lasting ones. Unfortunately (or fortunately if you look at it one way)my parents decided to put me in the special Ed class. This of course was what labeled me as a retard.
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They say everypony has a twin somewhere and I met mine in kindergarten. We were table partners. Her name: Derpy Hooves. To me she came off as an ACTUAL retard at first.
She wasn't retarded at first, but it took quite a bit of pushing to find her intelligence.
It was somewhat creepy actually considering our only (physical) difference between us was that my fur was a shade darker.
We, being naive kindergarteners decided to switch places. It was easy, despite the fact that we were basically polar opposites when it came to personality.
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‘’Let's switch,’’ said Derpy, leaning over to me. I looked up.
‘’What?’’ I said looking up from the coloring book I was doodling in.
‘’Exactly what I said, silly!’’ She whispered cheerfully getting in my face. I pushed her away.
‘’Derpy. Personal space. But whaddya mean switch?’’ I looked over at her. I hadn’t expected her answer but went along with it anyway. I wish I hadn’t to this day.
To be simple and spare you our long, boring and rather pointless conversation i’ll sum it up. We agreed what our parents didn’t know didn’t hurt them and swore to not reveal who we were even under the pain of tickling (yes this was in the actual promise. We were five.)
We switched on a friday. It was a three day weekend and Derpy’s parents were taking a vacation down to the surface town of Ponyville. Having never been on the ground I decided to go with them instead of going home. Of course I WAS five so that night I was lonely and miserable because I was missing my mom. So that morning I decided to go home. I couldn’t fly well enough to go back to Cloudsdale on my own but I figured there would be a nice pony to help me out . . .right? Wrong.
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His name is Iron Hoof. He promised me he would take me back to Cloudsdale if i’d do a little favor for him. He said all I had to do was go get his bit bag out from under the beam which it had rolled. I thought the request was a little strange but complied anyway. When I turned back around with the bit bag in my mouth something hard hit me across my head and I blacked out.
When I woke up I was in a burlap bag, and yes I realize that it seems cliche’. I could feel that whatever I was in was moving and I felt . . . things . .. . maybe ponies above me. My head ached and there was a was a strange, metallic taste in my mouth. I also had the feeling that time, at least several hours had passed. Questions filled my head as I heard indistinct voices, definitely female above me.
Something pressed hard against me making it almost impossible to breathe. For the second time that day I blacked out.
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When I came to I was with other foals, most a little older than me. A pink-and-green pinto mare was standing in front of us. The buzz of nervousness and the scent of cheap perfume swirled around us. It was 11 o’clock. I have been kidnapped. I will be forced to work in a factory. Slave labor.
‘’I am Sugar Swirl and you, my little ponies have been *reassigned*.’’
I suppose I should have been grateful; we were treated relatively well until we turned 12. They gave us food, water, bedding, the work was mindnumbing and sweaty, but not particularly dangerous, considering the fact that we were making TOILET PAPER! Toilet paper. Please, who kidnaps foals of the streets to make toilet paper, honestly. And the worst part? We didn’t even get to use the fruits of our labor.
They put us in long dorm things and rarely let us out except to work, but I’d never felt the drive as a child. Being stuck indoors wasn't destroying my mind, but after a few years I was the only sane pegasus left.
Then I realized; they were trying to break us. I promised myself then, that I would not crack. That I am stronger then my trials.
Then I turned 12 and my world shattered.
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At the age of twelve I was a pretty miserable filly. I had started feeling the drive and the itching, burning pain in my wings was keeping me up at night.
They had made us tell them our birthdays as soon as they got us and kept a record, I never understood WHY until November 1st. Instead of herding me to the factory like everypony else they took me to an office.
‘’W-what’s going to happen to me?’’ I had asked. I was worried but I told myself I could handle ANYTHING.
I am stronger than my trials.
They told me that I would be sold to somepony who wanted a sex slave. I would be their whore, but that’s all I am, a useless little whore they told me. I didn’t believe them. I’m better then that.
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She told me I would come to her. She told me I would beg. I told her no. She punished me. Dreams of freedom haunted me that night. I told myself she would not break me.
I am stronger than my trials.
She came to me that night, forced herself on me. She said she would leave me begging. Again I told her no. I woke up screaming.
For three years that was my life. Hell- a very sexual hell but hell nonetheless. To Starfruit I was little more than a sex toy. I said I wouldn’t beg. I did. She broke me. I just wanted out. When she left one day I shattered her window. I didn’t know where to go or even if I could truly escape her.
I was sitting alone in an alley. I had nowhere to go, nopony to turn to. She would catch me and when she did I was as good as dead. Then the unicorn stallion found me. I never got his name but it didn’t matter- he was a pervert but far better then the ponies I spent most of my life with.
He said he would help me if I gave him pleasure. What the heck right? I’m already a slut. The world disappeared in whirl of darkness, warmth and pure bliss.
I would have gone back to school if I could, but I could barely read and besides, I was pregnant. I ended up taking a job as a mailmare. Ironically as it is the town that ruined my life turned out to be my salvation. Literally. I was almost out of money and out of places to go. But Ponyville postal was hiring. I hadn’t intended to work as a mailmare for long but, my unborn foal would be better off if I had a solid job instead of growing up on the streets.
On March 13, Year 993 my daughter Dinky Doo was born. That was the same year that I tried and failed to contact my parents for months. Then they responded. Two weeks after Dinky’s birth I met my father for the first time since I was five. I was finally ready to move on. I had found closure. To the citizens of Ponyville I am only the retarded mailmare, but their shallow insults never hurt me. Nopony will have the kind of power Starfuit had over me ever again.
After all, I proved, I am stronger than my trials.
