The Slave Ponies
Author's Notes:
Okay, I admit it, I chose a theme song for some of the characters. The theme for each one is named here. I will also note where I got the song. I
can't post it or anything so just leave it to your imagination.
Kimono: Right Before Your Eyes: Daredevil The Album
Wysteria: If You Can Dream: Radio Disney Pop Dreamer
Rainbow Dash: Sad Exchange: Daredevil The Album
Sunny Daze: My Immortal :Daredevil The Album
Razzaroo: Raise You Rifles: Daredevil The Album
Wysteria threw herself forward against the thick leather harness, willing herself to pull the heavy load on the other end. Her brother, Kimono, did the same and with a crack of the whip against their backs they were off.
The creatures who lived in these mountains struck terror into the heart of any mother pony. They had for ages. They were the Mountain Grundles They were no threat to the baby pony who wouldn't go to bed on time. They were a real danger. They kidnapped baby ponies from smaller settlements and occasionally large ones and brought them back for slaves to pull the stones that they mined and made their houses out of. They didn't use pegasi, the hollow bones were to weak to do any good. No unicorns either. Once they got older and more experienced their magic became a threat. If they ever kidnapped either of those, it was for dinner on their journey back with the helpless baby earth ponies. They kidnapped less often now. Only if their stock was low. Because of the hybrid.
The hybrid was a mix of two distinct breeds of pony. Eastern and Northern. The Eastern had quickly proved useless. They were not hardy enough and their thin bodies broke easily when they were beaten. They did however have speed and this was valued. The king himself kept several to show off to the fellow royalty by racing them. The Northern were chubbier looking. They lacked the speed of the Eastern. They were a bid hardier. Most of all they were better at pulling the heavy carts. Especially the Clydesdale-like males. So out of curiosity the two were bred together to create the hybrid.
The days were always the same. They blended together. A net to keep them here. A mesh as close as the scars on their backs. Haul the stone, be whipped for not going fast enough. At the end of the day have your harness yanked off. Be forced into the stable. No, not a stable. A stone chamber with heavy wooden doors that was never cleaned. That smelled of manure and was filled with piles of it. It was no stable. It was a prison.
This day was different. Today, as the stormy clouds rolled overhead, there was a strange feeling in the air. As usual, Kimono's harness was yanked off of him and the ugly gray creature who called itself his master tried to push him into the deep darkness of the stable. Kimono didn't obey like he always had, he fought. He reared, his hooves beating a clear indentation in the creatures head. The other rushed over. The whips beating into him, each blow bringing new fury they forced him back into the stable and slammed the heavy wooden doors. Kimono heard the heavy bar fall into place and just stood there. He could feel the others staring at him. Not quite willing to ask what had taken hold, but not willing to let that moment of freedom go.
He walked silently over to his mate, Sunny Daze. He stood in front of her and she looked up into his face and said nothing. Everything she felt, every crack of the whip on her back, every blow of the stick, ever moment of pain, was written in her eyes. Silent tears rolled down her face. Kimono closed his eyes and turned to the others. They looked on him as a leader and he knew it. He trotted back to the door and stared at it as if hoping his gaze would cause them to open. He looked out the small crack, as usual, the guard had left for his break, that would last all night.
Rainbow Dash stood silently beside him. Solemn eyes taking in every crack and line in the door. He chose a spot in the door and shoved himself against it. He gritted his teeth and his hooves found what solid ground they could on the rocks embedded in the mud floor. Kimono slammed himself into the door and pushed as well. Razzaroo pushed as well. Soon all of them stood there. Pushing and hoping. The hybrid was bred especially for pulling and such tasks. They were a powerful breed. Maybe that, or maybe help from above caused the beam holding the boor shut to begin to crack and break. Maybe that allowed the door to swing slowly open as the ponies stood in awe.
Kimono didn't stop. There was no time. They had to move fast. No time to stand around staring. With a quick jerk of his head he signaled them to follow. They made a quick trot on their way toward the forest. The forest would be the first place for the search once their escape had been discovered, but the forest could hide them. They just needed to get through it in time. Once in the forest they broke into an all out run. It was the first freedom they had ever experienced, but there was not time to enjoy it. Kimono could see a field up ahead, but he swerved to avoid it. The Mountain grundle's griffin-like mounts could easily find them if they were in a field. He couldn't help but toss his head. It felt so good when the wind ran like fingers through his long matted hair.
It seemed as like as soon as they started they stopped, but it was nearly dawn. They couldn't keep running forever. He a small clearing. It was to small to be noticed, but was full of sweet green grass. Razzaroo took one taste and grinned. She looked at the sky and glanced at Moonlight who had been her pulling partner and took off at a run and bucked and reared twisting her body around. As if getting rid of the feeling of being attached to another. Getting rid of the feeling of sorrow that had been with her for her entire life.
Wysteria joined her. Soon they all had. In a sort of primitive celebration. 'Celebration,' Kimono thought, 'We are the Celebration Herd'. He leaped for the sky and landed and nuzzled his mate.
Sunny daze felt so alive. She and Kimono could finally have their foal. It would live in freedom its entire life. No more refusing because of the cruel treatment foals had been given in the mountains. No, they were happy now.
Author's Notes:
Okay, I admit it, I chose a theme song for some of the characters. The theme for each one is named here. I will also note where I got the song. I
can't post it or anything so just leave it to your imagination.
Kimono: Right Before Your Eyes: Daredevil The Album
Wysteria: If You Can Dream: Radio Disney Pop Dreamer
Rainbow Dash: Sad Exchange: Daredevil The Album
Sunny Daze: My Immortal :Daredevil The Album
Razzaroo: Raise You Rifles: Daredevil The Album
Wysteria threw herself forward against the thick leather harness, willing herself to pull the heavy load on the other end. Her brother, Kimono, did the same and with a crack of the whip against their backs they were off.
The creatures who lived in these mountains struck terror into the heart of any mother pony. They had for ages. They were the Mountain Grundles They were no threat to the baby pony who wouldn't go to bed on time. They were a real danger. They kidnapped baby ponies from smaller settlements and occasionally large ones and brought them back for slaves to pull the stones that they mined and made their houses out of. They didn't use pegasi, the hollow bones were to weak to do any good. No unicorns either. Once they got older and more experienced their magic became a threat. If they ever kidnapped either of those, it was for dinner on their journey back with the helpless baby earth ponies. They kidnapped less often now. Only if their stock was low. Because of the hybrid.
The hybrid was a mix of two distinct breeds of pony. Eastern and Northern. The Eastern had quickly proved useless. They were not hardy enough and their thin bodies broke easily when they were beaten. They did however have speed and this was valued. The king himself kept several to show off to the fellow royalty by racing them. The Northern were chubbier looking. They lacked the speed of the Eastern. They were a bid hardier. Most of all they were better at pulling the heavy carts. Especially the Clydesdale-like males. So out of curiosity the two were bred together to create the hybrid.
The days were always the same. They blended together. A net to keep them here. A mesh as close as the scars on their backs. Haul the stone, be whipped for not going fast enough. At the end of the day have your harness yanked off. Be forced into the stable. No, not a stable. A stone chamber with heavy wooden doors that was never cleaned. That smelled of manure and was filled with piles of it. It was no stable. It was a prison.
This day was different. Today, as the stormy clouds rolled overhead, there was a strange feeling in the air. As usual, Kimono's harness was yanked off of him and the ugly gray creature who called itself his master tried to push him into the deep darkness of the stable. Kimono didn't obey like he always had, he fought. He reared, his hooves beating a clear indentation in the creatures head. The other rushed over. The whips beating into him, each blow bringing new fury they forced him back into the stable and slammed the heavy wooden doors. Kimono heard the heavy bar fall into place and just stood there. He could feel the others staring at him. Not quite willing to ask what had taken hold, but not willing to let that moment of freedom go.
He walked silently over to his mate, Sunny Daze. He stood in front of her and she looked up into his face and said nothing. Everything she felt, every crack of the whip on her back, every blow of the stick, ever moment of pain, was written in her eyes. Silent tears rolled down her face. Kimono closed his eyes and turned to the others. They looked on him as a leader and he knew it. He trotted back to the door and stared at it as if hoping his gaze would cause them to open. He looked out the small crack, as usual, the guard had left for his break, that would last all night.
Rainbow Dash stood silently beside him. Solemn eyes taking in every crack and line in the door. He chose a spot in the door and shoved himself against it. He gritted his teeth and his hooves found what solid ground they could on the rocks embedded in the mud floor. Kimono slammed himself into the door and pushed as well. Razzaroo pushed as well. Soon all of them stood there. Pushing and hoping. The hybrid was bred especially for pulling and such tasks. They were a powerful breed. Maybe that, or maybe help from above caused the beam holding the boor shut to begin to crack and break. Maybe that allowed the door to swing slowly open as the ponies stood in awe.
Kimono didn't stop. There was no time. They had to move fast. No time to stand around staring. With a quick jerk of his head he signaled them to follow. They made a quick trot on their way toward the forest. The forest would be the first place for the search once their escape had been discovered, but the forest could hide them. They just needed to get through it in time. Once in the forest they broke into an all out run. It was the first freedom they had ever experienced, but there was not time to enjoy it. Kimono could see a field up ahead, but he swerved to avoid it. The Mountain grundle's griffin-like mounts could easily find them if they were in a field. He couldn't help but toss his head. It felt so good when the wind ran like fingers through his long matted hair.
It seemed as like as soon as they started they stopped, but it was nearly dawn. They couldn't keep running forever. He a small clearing. It was to small to be noticed, but was full of sweet green grass. Razzaroo took one taste and grinned. She looked at the sky and glanced at Moonlight who had been her pulling partner and took off at a run and bucked and reared twisting her body around. As if getting rid of the feeling of being attached to another. Getting rid of the feeling of sorrow that had been with her for her entire life.
Wysteria joined her. Soon they all had. In a sort of primitive celebration. 'Celebration,' Kimono thought, 'We are the Celebration Herd'. He leaped for the sky and landed and nuzzled his mate.
Sunny daze felt so alive. She and Kimono could finally have their foal. It would live in freedom its entire life. No more refusing because of the cruel treatment foals had been given in the mountains. No, they were happy now.