A Drizzle in Equestria

Prolouge

In the magical world of Equestria, there is no place in society for anyone who cannot contribute. Mares, foals, and the sick and elderly who are not productive members of society become slaves of those who are. Their rights and privileges as citizens are revoked and they become the property of their charges, who are free to do whatever they wish with their new slaves. This is the way of the ponies of Equestria.

Drizzle was a simple foal. She was small, meek, and most dissappointingly, completely and utterly blank-flanked. She was nothing special. She lived in the suburban area of Ponyville with her parents who ran a bakery in the middle of town. In school, she was a prime target of the bullies Diamond Tiara and her crony Silver Spoon. But of course, who wasn't. Unlike them, however, Drizzle was not an exceptional student. While she excelled in her magic lessons, it was the other subjects that gave her trouble.

One thing was special about Drizzle, though. And it had to do with something between her legs.

"Drizzly Pastry!" called Cheerilee. Drizzle's head shot up from the desk, her curly mane a mess.

"Hmwha-?" there was a giggle throughout the classroom

"Drizzly Pastry. Can you tell me the difference between an independent and a dependant clause?"

Drizzle scanned the board frantically. It was covered in words. There was no way she could find the answer. "I uh. I don't know," she said, looking down guiltily. The class giggled again.

Cheerilee looked down on her. "See me after class."

A voice cam from the front row. "Ooo Drizzle's in trooouble!"

Drizzle went red as her hooves quickly covered her face.

Suddenly, there was a pressure between her legs. She looked down to see her tiny equine prick hanging from its sheath. 'Nonono! Not now!' Her hooves shot down to her crotch and her face reddened further. She tried desperately to hide her quickly stiffening under her desk as Cheerilee continued to teach.

After half an hour of stiff foal cock and listening to Cheerilee droning on about arithmetic, the school bell rang and the students began filing out the classroom. Drizzle sat in her desk until the classroom was empty, then she trotted up to Cheerilee's desk with her head hung low.

"Drizzly. It has come to my attention that your performance in my class is lacking." Drizzle's head hung lower. "I'm afraid that if this keeps up, you might fail." Drizzle's head shot up and her eyes went wide. "You know what that means, don't you Drizzly?"

"Yes ma'am," she said fearfully.

"Good," She said. "I'll be talking to your parents about this also. We take finals next week. If you fail, you'll have to be *endentured*. Do you understand what that means?"

Drizzle gulped. "Yes ma'am. I'll do my best."

"Good," her expression softened. "We don't want you to end up in that position, dear." A pause and her expression hardened again. "You may leave."

Drizzle trotted up to Cheerilee's desk, her papers in her telekinetic field, and laid them on the pile on her desk. She was the last one to finish her finals. She sat back down at her desk as Cheerilee took the papers and started to grade them. The other foals in the class began whispering to each other, but Drizzle's gaze was fixed on Cheerilee.

Drizzle had spent all week studying. She had spent several long nights pouring over notes she had taken all year.

Cheerilee picked up the papers and tapped them on her desk to straighten them out. All the foals faced forward and went silent. Cheerilee started calling out names.

"Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo, Applebloom."

The three stood up and left the classroom.

"Diamond Tiara." She stood and left. "Silver Spoon." She followed. Drizzle began to sweat.

One by one, names were called and each foal left the classroom. For them, summer vacation had started. Drizzle's hooves ran cold as name after name was called. Soon the classroom was nearly empty.

"Snips and Snails." Now it was just Drizzle and Twist. Cheerile still held one paper in her hoof. She looked up at the two remaining foals. "And Twist."

Drizzle's heart sank. Her eyes went wide. She had failed. How was she going to tell her parents? How would they react when they heard their little filly had to be *endentured*?

Cheerilee laid an envelope on Drizzle's desk, sealed with the royal crest. "Give this to your parents, Drizzly," she said sadly. Drizzle stared blankly at the white envelope. She remembered when she had found the same blank white envelope in the mailbox that day. Her parents had become forlorn at the sight of it, and she was told to go to bed. The next day, Granny was gone.

She knew that she must do something. She knew that this envelope had something to do with Granny's disappearance. If she gave this to her parents, she was sure nopony would ever see her again.

Then she had an idea. 'I'll run away,' she thought. 'I'll run away and hide in another town, and I'll live with another family. I'll try to take the test again at another school.' And with that, she bolted out the door.

Drizzle ran for what seemed like years down the main Equestrian highway until her hooves could barely stand to move. Rain began to pour down as she trotted alongside the highway. Soon, city came into view. 'That must be Hoofington,' she thought.

She quickened her pace until she was running again, and she didn't stop until she had reached the center of the city. It was getting dark and the rain was still pouring. She needed to find shelter for the night. She ducked into an alleyway and found several cardboard boxes. She used her telekinesis to stack the boxes into a makeshift roof that would keep the rain off her as she slept.

Just as Drizzle had settled down in her new cardboard home, someone came trotting down the alleyway. "Well well, what do we have here?" asked the gravelly voice of the stallion.

"My name is Dri-" The stallion's horn glowed and a cloth was pressed against Drizzle's face. Drizzle tried to scramble away from the sickly-sweet scented rag, but the unicorn stallion's magic was too strong. Drizzle slowly fell on her side as her vision darkened.

"Nighty-night," said the stallion as the world went blank.