Do you believe in second chances? To have the ability to restart life all over again? To undo all the mistakes of your past to build a better future for yourself and all those you've wronged? I once believed in second chances, that is, until, I woke up in Equestria, being dragged towards a cage filled with other Humans. I'm not sure how it happened, one moment I was sleeping in my tent after a long day of hunting, the next, I was being carted off by colorful mini-horses to be sold and bred into slavery.

Now, most women react the same way when being dragged off by an unknown assailant. As part of our flight or fight response, screaming at the top of our lungs for help is how we're most likely to react, however. I'm not like most women, so my first response was to take stock of my surroundings, determine the primary threat, make a plan, and execute it with extreme prejudice. All the while not alerting my captors of my consciousness. After all, behind-enemy-lines reconnaissance is my specialty.

Cracking an eye open, I saw who was dragging me; suffice to say, a cute, dark-grey, mini-stallion was not what I was expecting. The last time I was dragged off to god-knows-where, it was back during my time in the military. I was aiming down my scope of my rifle, providing over-watch on a ridge for my squad. The operation (if you could call it that), was a simple snatch-and-grab. We were tasked with acquiring a Terran Scientist being held against his will in a modified Nuclear Missile Silo located on Phobos. Just as my team reached the silos secondary entrance for insertion, I felt a small prick on the back of my neck. At the time, I thought it was nothing, but a few hours later... I felt that my legs and arms were bound, and I had gained an itchy rash from being dragged against the edgy rocky floor on my back. Nicholas Vel'sona—My squad Captain at the time—saved my ass a few minutes later whilst in the company of our target. It was not the most embarrassing thing to happen to me during a mission. That title belongs to Operation: CONDOM, and I will take the details of that little event with me to the grave. Even the information why the operation was called what it was.

Coming back to the present, I noticed that the mini-stallion had been joined by two others, both of which were carrying my stuff. Walking next to the dark-grey stallion had to be the very definition of a little girl's wet dream. She was the prettiest, most colorful, light-pink mini-mare that I have ever seen! Her long, flowing, curly, sky-blue mane would make every model back home dead with envy. Yes, I mean dead, mostly because they would have had a heart-attack from how adorable the mare was. The other mini-horse, however, was the most fucking ugly thing I've ever seen. He was green with a short, red mane, with scars and missing fur all over his wrinkly hide. I honestly felt like puking just at the sight of him. He was that gross! As for the reason on how I knew what the genders of the mini-horses were? Well, I had a front row seat looking towards their backside, and I got to say: I thought the stallions would be bigger, at most fourteen-inches in length, but judging from the size of the stallions. They couldn't be bigger than six-inches, and as a person who has raised horses in the past. I felt sorry for all the straight mares in... whatever location I've woken up in, had to look forward to in bed.

Setting aside the puny sizes of the stallions in front of me away, I notice a few peculiar details that I've forgotten to mention: The mare had wings, the stallion that was dragging me had a horn that glowed, and the third bastard had neither. Knowing these three crucial anecdotes helped me determine the order of execution for when it was time to break free from my bonds, and they are as followed: Unicorn first, Pegasus second, and regular mini-horse last. The reason I chose this order is simple because of the Unicorns ability to utilize Neurological Quantum Energy Manipulation with the catalyst being their horns. I would call it magic, but ever since science has proven that the laws of physics can be fucked over with Quantum Energy: Magic, as an abstract term for the otherworldly abuse of mystical power, quickly became obsolete once scientists figured out how to manipulate Quantum Energy with special Catalysts, Formulae, and regular Physics!

Want to light someone on fire? Just press a button that was programmed in a catalyst, aim, and fire at the asshole that deserved to burn alive. What I'm seeing the Unicorn doing in front of me is not magic, and I will forever refuse to call it such! He is simply using a naturally evolved organ capable of manipulating the Quantum Field with his mind! It's not magic no matter what you say, Sergeant Veronica! Not! Magic! Even if you aren't here with me, I'll still disagree with you!

Ahem, where was I? Ah, yes. The mini-horses. They appear to be taking me and my stuff to a group of cages sitting next to a fire where three others are waiting, and judging from my angle. I could see other Humans were stuck in the cages, naked, very, very naked. I made a conscious look to make sure I still had my clothes on. Thankfully, they were, but I felt that wasn't going to be the case for very long. Time to make a plan.

“Oi, Storm Chaser! I see you found another one, and from where I'm sitting, I like what I see!” one of the mini-horses sitting by the fire said. 'Wait, wut? The mini-horses can talk? And what does he mean that he likes what he sees!?' I thought dumbly while quickly looking over at my competition in the cages, and one word came to mind: Mediocre.

Well, that's not fair to those gorillas that the mini-horses call female Humans. I've undergone Genetic Modification when I was a baby, and it gave me a perfect body in almost every aspect, though that's to be expected in the modern era in the twenty-third century. I'm sporting an athletically curvy hourglass body, with a firm rump with a little plump to grab, squeeze, and spank from my military training. They were accented by my perfectly sculpted thighs for maximum strength and thickness. My hair was snow white (same as my mom's and my dads), but I had my moms dark violet eyes. I had a reasonably large bust as well, though not as large as some women have. Some of which that I've seen on Mars looked like they required cranes to hold up just to walk let alone stand comfortably. Plus, I think I'm taller than all of their caged Humans, even the men, and I'm only 5'8''!

Makes me wonder what they'll say when I stand up and take off my sports bra, or if they managed to take it from me. Will they compliment me? Insult me? Or insinuate inter-species coitus with me to prove their dominance in front of the culled crowed? In any case, they will all die once I acquire a weapon. Slavery is to be met with the immediate extermination of the slavers and the freeing of slaves according to Mars Invictus Doctrine of 12,298 H.E. That, and as a soldier and citizen of the Mars, being taken as a prisoner, no matter the country, planet or colony, is never an option!

After a few more moments of being dragged, I saw a large dagger resting next to one of the mini-horse by the fire. I also noticed that the mini-horses by the fire were talking about what they were going to do with all the Humans that they have captured, and I don't like what they were talking about it. Mostly about the selling and breeding of the females, mainly: Me.

"Yeah, once we take off these clothes, we'll make a pretty Bit at the market," said the mini-horse that was dragging me, "and we don't need to worry about her previous owner either."

'Owner? What owner? I don't have an owner...! Well, the Mars Imperial Special Forces did own me in a way, but other than that. I ain't no one's bitch!' With those thoughts in mind, I watched the ugly one move towards the cage while the pink one joined the mini-horses by the fire. I quietly watched the ugly one begin to feed the Humans in the cage, and as for the mini-horse, that was dragging me? He brought me right next to the dagger, and while they weren't looking, I swiped the dagger for my own.

"What happened to her owner?" asked the dark blue mini-horse rubbing up against the pink pegasus.

"Frozen in stone. Probably from a local cockatrice and fresh too," the dark mini-horse replied with a sigh. "Poor mare, she looked like she didn't see it coming."

"Dang, well, at least her Human will find a new home, and pay us a bunch of Bits while we're at it."

'Really? Is that all you think of? Money? Fucking slaving mini-horse cunt-waffle,' I thought bitterly. 'In any case, I will be long gone, and you all will be dead, as my survival is paramount until I can return to Mars... If I can return to Mars.'

I gripped the dagger tightly. It was almost time to make my move. I just needed to wait for the sun finish its descent and for the shadows to cloak my escape. I began to mark my targets, making sure to kill the three Unicorns first, the two Pegasi second, and the four regular mini-horses last. Speaking of which, the ugly one is coming towards me with a very creepy smirk on his face. A grin that sent shivers down my spine with my mind screaming "STRANGER DANGER!"

"Hey, we should probably check our newest capture breed. Her snow-white hair is quite rare, not to mention her body-type and size," the ugly one chirped happily, adding to my disgust factor on the bastard. In the corner of my eye, I saw that a brown Unicorn mini-horse stood up from the fire and began walking up towards me. Right as the sun vanishes behind the horizon. 'Good, come closer to the dark mini-horse and the pervert. I can take down two major threats right off the bat.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let me handle that little detail, Leather Whip. This girl doesn't look like she needs your expertise of study," the brown one said with a hint of distaste. 'Huh, I like him. I'll keep him around for information... if he doesn't get grabby.'

"If she gets violent, then you will, Oak Vale," the ugly one replied with a huff. I had to stop myself from gagging at that statement.

"Just get out of the way. I don't want this Alpha waking up because of your sadistic fetish," the brown one spat. 'Alpha, huh? That's a detail I'll hold onto.'

"Alright, girl. Let's see what you're worth," the brown one said sadly. He stopped right next to me, his horn glowing for a moment to lift my shirt. I had to force myself from tensing up. If I did, he would know that I was awake. It was times like these that I hated not being able to do anything while letting the enemy touch me wherever they want. Playing dead was something I hated doing as a sniper, but c'est la vie. Brownie talks once more while gripping my shirt with his Quantum Manipulation Organ. "Storm, if she wakes up, hold her down. Alpha's are notorious for being rather aggressive. Especially females."

"Right," was Storms reply.

While the mini-horse began lifting up my shirt, humming a soothing tune all the while, I quickly took one last look at the camp: The third Unicorn is taking a piss, the Pegasi are eating by the fire, and the plain-mini-horses aren't paying attention to anything but themselves, well, all except ugly. He's watching the brown mini-horse lift up my shirt with perverted fascination. I made sure to cut off his balls first before I kill him. Slowly. I returned my attention to the brown mini-horse for the moment, waiting for the right time to make up move. Brownie let out a whistle.

"Wow, this is the first female I've seen to have such large breasts and so perfectly formed as well, although. That wrapping around them must be compressing her bust quite a bit. Hiding her true size from view, " he paused to wave his Quantum Field over my chest, causing an odd tingling sensation to occur for a moment. I could practically feel his eyes go wide. "Virtually no sag and completely natural. They must be the size of cantaloupes without the wrapping covering them up. Not to mention her hip-to-waist ratio is also perfect for her size. Whoever bred her must have some stunning Humans in their stock."

'Thank you, but not the largest. I assure you,' I thanked in my head while feeling his Quantum Energy move from my torso and up to my face. 'Shit, don't move Lieutenant Luna Duskfeather. Don't break your cover like last time. And yes, my name is Luna Duskfeather, Veronica. Fantasy names were quite popular on Mars when my parents decided to have me.'

"Her complexion is superb, though her eyes are a little small, and her forehead is less pronounced than your average Human. Nothing majorly different that would deter breeders," he paused again too open one of my eyes. "Dark violet eyes. That's an extremely rare eye-color. And not naturally found in Humans. Strange, but worth looking into."

'It's called genetic modification my friend. We, Humans of the Sol System, have the technology to have whatever eye-color we want; even pupil and sclera,' I answered silently while the mini-horse moved from my face and proceeded down to my crotch. Storm Chaser also decided to move into my vision, and right next to the arm holding the dagger. 'Good, everyone is in position. Once Brownie starts poking my pussy, that's when I'll make my move.'

"So, what do you think she is worth, Oak?" Storm asked as said mini-horse began undoing my belt.

"So far, she's an Alpha Albino Lupus Purpura. She is possibly one of the rarest breeds of Human in Equestria. The only thing I need to check is if she was spayed to give an accurate estimate of what her price would be. That, and she is around five years old. Perfect age to start breeding her."

'Wait? Five? I'm 23 years old! And I have three-hundred years before I start aging again! And if I wanted too, I could go through a medical procedure that would extend my life another three-hundred years! Just how long do these Humans live for?!' Just as those thoughts entered my mind, I felt my pants dropping a bit, followed up by a choking sound. The must be seeing my black lace underwear. Thankfully, my military tattoo is on my back. I don't want to hear what they would say about that.

"W-Well, she definitely wasn't spayed," Brownie said while quickly pulling up my pants.

"But why is she wearing such... lewd undergarments?" Storm asked hesitantly.

"The mare probably was a fancier," was Brownies reply.

"Probably."

"Anyway, the girl will be worth around fifty-thousand to a hundred-thousand Bits. Cage her, and let's get something to eat."

'Huh? I knew there were some sick fucks amongst the mini-horses from the looks ugly was giving me, but one that has a Human Fetish? I'm done. Get me off this planet. I want my Tentacle VR back.'

In any case, Brownie and Stormie looked away from me just as a few clouds drifted in front of the moon, cloaking the entire clearing in shadow with only the firepit providing any lumination. My eyes narrowed, all the mini-horses were looking away from me. Two of the three Unicorns were in range for immediate execution for the slavery of a sentient and sapient race. I altered my plan to keep Brownie alive as he seemed to know a thing or two about dealing with the local Humans. 'Don't worry my fellow man. I'll get you out of those cages in a jiffy. Just give me a minute to get rid of the mini-horses.' Slowing my breathing down to optimal levels of operation, I aimed at my closest target: Storm Chaser, whilst slowly standing up behind the pair, and once I was within striking distance. I lunged at the mini-horse with the dagger.

He died before he hit the ground.

Author's Note

Location: Unknown.
Continent: Unknown.
Planet: Unknown.
Solar System: Unknown.
Current Health Status: Green.
Inventory:

• Gold Mini-horse Dagger

• White shirt

• Blue Jeans

• Black Leather Combat Boots

• Nylon Webbing Waist Belt

• Sports bra

• Black Lace Lingerie Thong

Current Objective: Save the caged Humans.
Secondary Objectives:

• Execute all hostiles.

• Capture the brown Mini-horse designated as, Oak Vale.

Mission Completion: In progress.

So, this is something different. If anyone wants to donate art sometime down the line. Pm me or something. Also, this will start out a little slow. I want to make sure I do this one right.