The darkness of the room is prevalent. My fur is sticky, I lay in a pool of black slimy paint. I can barely see anything through the small cracks of light, desperalty trying to penetrate through the window covered in the same black paint. But a line of light is enough to pierce through a small hole and reach my eye. I awake, my cold and fragile body. I force myself up. Holding onto the frame of the bed to the side of me. A part of it crumbles, almost into dust. The room stinks of feaces and liquids. I rub my eyes trying to adjust myself. I cough slightly. I put my hooves down and stand up. My small body isn't even enough to look over my bed. I rub my hooves on the wall, parts of the black paint attached to my hoof stains the wall. I look across my room, a mess. Newspapers are spread around. Soaking my urine, how many years have they been here? I can't tell for sure.
I take one step and the floorboards creek. A small crack runs through the side of one. I don't have the urge to vomit. The smell and sight is already familiar. The light through the window is blinded by a shape outside. I fear and step back and crawl on the floor to the door. I don't have any reason to open it, its locked and held tight shut by other equipment pieces. I sit against a bookshelf, I think that whats it called. Its empty and soaked in liquids. I accidentally dip my hoof Into a pool of my own urine. Im so thirsty I suck it up from the mud covered floor. A creaking comes from across the door. I inch down but realize it's my feeding time. I crawl towards the door and lay my head on my side onto the floor looking underneath the crack of light. My mother pushes food through the door. Raw and rotten meat i consume slowly. One gulp and it's finished. Starving for me, I make no move. I will get punished if I do. I crawl to a pile of newspapers and urinate onto them. I mistake a cockroach for food and grab It with my filly hooves and bite on it. Consuming it and puking a part of its body out.
I can feel my bones without touching my chest, how long have I been awake for? I crawl to my bed and try to crawl up on it. I know my father will come very soon. And I don't want to disappoint him. After a couple minutes I am able to pull myself onto the bed. I crawl across the bed, I can smell the stench of semen covering the bed. I rub my hoof through a medium sized pool of it that still has not dried up. I cough and lick my hoof to clean it. But I cant tell through my body that is covered in mud. Strains of my mane blind my vision and I glide it to my side and I reach the middle of the dirty mattress. I stare into the ceiling. I glide my eyes towards the corner of my room where droplets of black paint fall towards the floor before stopping. I rest my head onto the mattress. I try my best to relax but I move my small body straight when I hear the front door open. Daddy is home. I wait.
An agonizing five minutes pass before I hear footsteps coming up the steps, or stairs... I forget what they are called. I hear mother with him as she opens the door for him. And my father steps inside my room. He stares at my body laying at the bed and smirks. Mother turns around and closes the door. The Stallion... my.. my Father stands breathing hard for a couple seconds. Just staring towards me. "Im ready daddy!" I say with a little range in my voice. He seems to huff before he walks towards me and gets in-front of the bed and then crawls up onto it, and soon enough he is on-top of me. He put his hoof to my face and slowly glided in down my face and then through my mane. "My precious girl.." He mutters in a deep voice. He slapped me and I felt him enter me, I squeaked by he muffled my voice and slapped me again. "No screaming.. I taught you that" He responded as he started to thrust into my pussy, his dick was penetrating my insides. Almost ripping it with the force of his thrusts. I felt my tears pooling up as I did my best to only let out small huffs as he grabbed at my throat and choked me slightly.
His hoof was strong and I coughed slightly and he continued, getting up more as he moaned hard. I almost screamed as his dick was throbbing inside of me. He started thrusting faster and faster as I felt my pussy licking with my fluids as he kept moaning and moaning. Drooling from the mouth as saliva fell onto my chest before he looked down at me and smiled and pressed his lips against mine. I had no choice so I opened my mouth and let him kiss and lick my tongue and teeth. I felt warmth filling up inside me as he moaned hard and pulled out from my kiss. My father almost laughed for a second before he grabbed down my chest and pulled his cock out, and shoving it down my throat as I felt his cum rushing down my throat. I yelped slightly. "Drink!" he demanded as liquid flowed down my legs and I forced myself to swallow. He pulled his cock out and I coughed to the side. Daddy look at me for a couple seconds before I stared back at him. He grinned before he grabbed me again.
He pulled me up and starting lick my neck and kissing it as he put his weight over me and he kissed my cheeks. "Your so beautiful you know that right?" He said before kissing me again and forcing his tongue back into my mouth. Having his way with me for.. an hour? maybe two hours.. I heard mother " Breakfast is ready!" She called, my father smacked me before standing up again. Not saying a word he got off the bed and walked out the room. When he leaves I start to weep and I sit up in my bed. I cry for a long time before I finally stop and crawl off the bed, almost falling off the edge. I stand up and hear noises from outside the window. I inhale the fumes of my room before walking towards the window. Cum drips from my pussy but I grab at a small wooden like table, enough height. I stand up onto it. And I pull at three newspapers tied and glued against the paint. I rip it with the most strength I can use as the newspapers fall to the side.
The window is still covered, and so I press my hooves against the paint. I scratch and tug and force as much I can down off the window. I breathe harder and harder as I press my face against the mostly clean window. I wipe my hoof down the blurry and glossy window to remove fog. And I see others just like me. My eyes widen before I see one turn there head as I fall back against the floor. I cough before I hear footsteps running. My mother and father stand at the doorway blocking the sight of me. I look over and see the others I've seen. There so much older than me. They point at my way. I step back in fright yet confusing. And they come with flashes of light blinding me as I hide behind the bed. And then they take my family away. They come to me. They say am I alright? I don't know to respond.. what is school? what are these words that they speak. They take me out into the world outside. What are these colors? where am I? they say I'm safe now... am I...
Free?
Author's Note
Inspired by the song "Paper Cuts" By Nirvana
