Abuse

I kept my head down as I followed behind Fancy to the market. I had just been shocked moments ago, and she promised it would be much worse if she caught me looking up. We headed to a Book Signing next, part of Fancy’s and Mother’s jobs was to write paid reviews for Canterlot’s finest restaurants. They published all their reviews in one book and now Fancy was going to sign them, for a steep price of course.

And I had to stay in a locked room in a cold room. There was a one way window, allowing me to see her and her to see me with magic. She checked on me repeatedly, her horn glowing as she stared at seemingly nothing.

We headed home quickly, and I laid on the carpet. Bracing for the pain that I knew was coming. But inside I felt a sharp poke in my ribs, “get up.” The voice was odd, the voice fluttery almost. I opened my eyes, seeing a unicorn, the same height as Fancy. She had a yellow mane and tail, white fur, purple eyes and a a butcher knife engulfed in purple fire branded onto her flank.

“What…” I trailed off, standing.

Father pointed a hoof to the new mare, “meet your new sister. Sun, she was adopted yesterday . Sun knows all about the collar you're wearing and how to activate it, she also knows about your abuse. Sun here, finds it fun, and she can’t wait to join in!”

“Indeed Father,” Sun cooed, pacing around me. The collar around my neck suddenly tightened, I could still breathe, but it dug deep into my neck. “I’ve been waiting for this day! I HATE earth ponies! So. Bucking Much.”

Sun closed her eyes, “earth ponies have one thing going for them; their strong, made for plowing fields and bucking fruit. But when they use that strength to bully other orphans… You see my orphan mates would bully me, throwing me around, taking what little food I could find. Abusing you will be my revenge, and of course,” she chuckled, the laugh sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll find the main one that tormented me and let him take the role of victim along side you.”

Her eyes shot open, her horn blazing as my body light in extreme agony.I was panting, now lying on my back. I felt my hooves being raised up, exposing my flank. I sobbed as she beat my flanks. On a list of worst ponies in my family to give beatings, my father was high on the list, and right now father had some tough competition. She let my hooves fall and stood.

“HAHAHA!” Sun said, crackles firing through the air, the gears in my collar churned, straining to keep up with how much pressure they were put through. I sobbed, not from the pain. But from the sheer fact that they were willing to go to such extremes to punish me. Sun was all the me I could be. Bold, strong, willing, determined. As they left to go out to eat as a family, and as I cried myself to sleep. I knew I was in deeper trouble.

I was crying silently, Sun was much more harsh and less merciful than the others. Her beatings were long and painful, and when she was done, she switched hooves, continuing. Then after that she would bring out a whip, a broom, anything she needed. Those beating could go on for hours.

I was gripped the sheets in my mouth, Sun had used her whip, a broom, and a book. Now she was using a whip again. I begged for her to stop, but she didn’t. Finally there was a knock at the door, my saving grace.

“Time for Cooking Club,” came the sweet voice of my Mother. It was rare for me to hear that. Sun yanked me off the bed and lifted her broom, the only thing she brought from her orphanage. It was metal, with steel bristles.