Misery Business (Open 2 Anyone!!)

[A. ddiction]

Kamella

My pelt was shining in the dim light.The harsh night sky set over me.Looking up you could see the starts glow there shimmery light.There was a difference between me and the stars.They were pretty.I wasn't.Most stallions said I was but I know I'm not.Those little wh*re- like mares who fall under a stallions will are a disgrace.Not just a disgrace to there alliance.But a disgrace every where.I was a small pony.Everyone thinks I'm to small to do anything right.Just because I'm a pony doesn't mean I'm not a witch.Yes its true.I'm an adorable little haflinger mare who is palomini that is 14 hands tall.I know I'm tiny.But make fun of my size and ill beat your..I lived with a herd of drafts.They were all 16.2 hands on up.It was sort of scary cause i though sometimes they would crush me.But I left them.They just didn't fit my needs anymore.Oh well.I'm a dark what the hell am i suppose to do?

I didn't really feel like walking.My overly skinny frame didn't blend in with the night at all.I flung my creme mane out of my way.In a way i almost looked like a miniature palomino gypsy vanner.I had feathers above my hooves and my mane and tail were long.The only thing that was different was i wasn't stalky or bulky.There was a difference between me and other.I seemed sort of out that.The type of wacko that should be locked up in a asylum.For horses though.That would be a funny sight.I could probably name off almost ever horse that should belong there.I could never seem to get a grip on my life.It was almost like it was out of control.I swung my mane back slightly.I looked pretty scarred up from afar.I was but it didn't look as bad up close.I'm not pretty nor cute.I can put up a pretty mean fight if i do say so myself.I know those stupid stags make fun of me.They haven't ever seen the b*tchy side i try to hide.It's kind of funny when they take me for some weak little Innocent mare who wouldn't harm a butter fly until they see when I'm pissed.I love to watch their jaws drop as I spat my devilish lyrics at them.I'm a little hellion i guess.Just a plain 'ol up tight snotty mare and i wouldn't have it any other way.I mean i need to know how to stick up for myself.It wasn't a want.It was a necessary need.I am so sick of being bossed around and pushed over.I'm not like some little Barbie doll wh*re who you can just dress up and play with.I will make it hard for anyone to try that crap with me.I snorted as i continued to walk on.I felt the easy breeze strike my back.I was alarmed at first thinking it would almost knock me over.I never felt alone.I was alone though but never lonely.It didn't bother me.I like to keep to myself.It wasn't like I would whine and carry on until someone came to my rescue.

It felt dark out.You could hardly make out my palomino frame.I looked up to see the stars in the sky.How i wish I could be one.I would just stay up there and not have a care in the world about anything.That would be the life.But now a days you have to worry about being raped when you walk alone.All stallions care about is sex and power.They could never stop to think about anyone but themselves for once.Passing on their genes was another problem with stallions.Their not the ones giving birth to this stupid little pests.It's not that i despised foals.Its just they annoyed me sometimes.They acted all cute and innocence.Please, give me a break.Their just as innocence as i am a girly mare.That would never happen.I wouldn't fear anything.I couldn't fall under pressure.Epically after now i feel so strong.I'm not that courageous either.I wont walk next to others.It worries me something would happen.Though like i said i would never fear anything like that.I'm not scared of anything.Not even being a slave.

Those poor souls.Slaves.Enslaved.There wasn't a thing right with those words.It was so wrong.Who would enslave another.It was just like saying hi i don't know you but your gonna f*ck with me from now on ok?Yea it doesn't sound right does it?Slavery is just wrong to me.It's not fair to be beaten for stuff you didn't do.Things you would have never though about doing.Oh well life isn't fair now is it?I mean one day you could be on the earth and the next your on the ground.Laying cold and limp.Dead.Like you could be the happiest person in the world and skipping around.Then all of a sudden you could just fall over and die.Life is a cruel thing.You love for nothing.You never get anything in return expert happiness that soon ends after everything you love dies.That's why i can't love.Its too hard for me.I don't want a broken heart.But i have one anyway.All love can do is destroy you life.Your head over heels for nothing.Your put on the earth to amuse others.Theres really no explanation that tells you why your hear.I don't want to be here though.I feel like a trapped dead soul who was curse to walk the hard ground of this planet called earth.I mean why earth?Why was this the only planet inhabited?How come we couldn't have lived on Venus or Jupiter or some place like that?I'd much rather be alone on Pluto.It suits me best.I'm more of the type who goes for the cold and dark places.It reflects my personality more.Not that i have an amazing one.

Wanna know what sucks the most?Im a slave too.
I can't stand studs.Gosh they drove me mad.Im nobodys wh*re but my own.I wont do any good for any herd.All I would do is drive everyone insane.IF you don't believe me then why am I here instead of in a herd.Hmm?Lets see a smarty pants like you try to answer that.Well so you admit your not that smart after all.Ha!.I shook my mane.The wind was getting cooler.I watched my tail lash violently with each gust of the air.Do you think anyone could love me?No.That's not possible.I was probably one of the least cared for mares in these lands.You might as well take a stamp and put reject on my forehead.I tossed my dial into the air taking in sents i've never spelt before.I approached the new terra.It's were slaves came to get masters.If my life isn't already screwed up enough lets just make it worse.I walked with stride in each step.My flints struck the ground almsot silently. I stood there.My robs glowed at all the other mares forcefully being drug by stallions.It truely disgusted me.


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[misty]

Phantom's Shadow
^{I need a slave that will actually work.}

<sup>Auction Rock. The very name filled her with disgust. There should have been two rocks: one for people who actually came here for slaves, the other for auctioning off wh*res to all the lustful b*stards. Stallions were also loathsome; the way they never thought beyond their next rape was appalling. Then again, Phantom reasoned that their brains couldn't hold much more information then what mares were sl*tty or submissive enough to let them mount.

The chaos of the claiming areas was enough to confuse the sharpest-minded equine, so the black femme usually walked around the back, where the grass could actually be seen. It was much easier to pick our slaves that way, since they liked to huddle in the back of whatever pen they were in.

"Ready for some fun, darlin'?"

Of course, going that way lead to some odd encounters. Stallions too lustful to wait another moment, or masters who decided to have one last session before giving away their breeding toy, or even slavers who decided to test the merchandise before selling it often took their victims around back, where they were hidden from view. Today a large brute who looked like he ate vixen for meals had brought a tiny mare to play with. her head was chained to the ground and shackles held her front hooves. Normally, Phantom would pass by, taking care to put a large distance between her self and the . . . lovers, but normally she saw vixes that would enjoy such times all too much, the disgusting little sl*ts. This femme's eyes, however, burning with a fire so wild, the Phantom's Shadow wondered why the chains were not melted off. She felt almost sorry for the mare, not even given a chance to give the stag a good kick. The male had not yet mounted her, for he was too busy thinking over which slaves he should bring in next, so Phantom seized the opportunity. Trotting up swiftly, she wrapped her kissers around the pins which held the chains in place and pulled them free. "Give his *ss a good beating," she whispered before moving on. She didn't look back, she never would on this moment where she had actually thought of someone else, but she smirked with satisfaction at the surprised yell and huge thud which followed her exit. Maybe she hadn't done it for the fae, for the anguish of the stag made her far happier than knowing the female was free. If the girl hadn't gotten her way out of slavery already, maybe she deserved to be a slave. She wasn't a Fresian, anyway, not like she deserved Phantom's help.

"Name and age, slave. Any talents you have, also."

Phantom had spotted a palomino mare in the pen next to her, and the little vix looked like a fighter with some spirit. Good. Perfect. Well, maybe we'll just stick with good, the vix was no sparkler. Unlike Phantom, who's heritage alone was enough to impress those who were learned enough to appreciate it. The blue-black mare waited for an answer from the slave, impatient to get her trip over with. She cared not for anything but what she had asked, just to know whether the slave was good enough for Zephyr.

"You might want to start answering, for I, unlike you, can leave at anytime, which I might do so if you don't speak up."

Phantom was not one to annoy today. This trip was not the highlight of her day and all she wanted was to get a slave and get home. She had high standards, though, and she wouldn't bring back a slave who she thought would be a hindrance. This would be out of the question soon, if she didn't answer. Only seconds had gone by, but Phantom's Shadow would not be kept waiting.</sup>

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Comments: It's pretty good. Hope you like it. ^^}

[A. ddiction]

I felt odd just standing there.My eyes were so untamed.They almost had a mind of there own.The fury built up in them was like no other.There was not much to do except just stand around.I thought about my past all the time.It was no distant memory.It felt like I relived every day.I hailed from a dark prince. As i was soon to be a princess and him a king. Although i loved to imagine how that would be.I gave that up along time ago. I remember when i was a child. Everything seemed like a Cinderella or Snow White fairytale and they got their prince charming to sweep them off their feet. Well in real life it didn't work that way. Nope, there was no such thing as a happy ending. Especially for me.I really gave up on my hopes and dreams a long time ago.

Do you wanna know what happened to make my dreams fall?I know everyones so curious.Sarcastically of course. I was born into a loving herd like a normal mare right.Well anyway this big shot stud comes along and thinks he's so tough right?Well anyway he rapes me and I end up having a f*ck*ng son who tries to kill me.Anyway when he left me he though I was dead.Guess what studs?I'm alive and I'm coming back for my revenge.I should have fought harder.I'm so stupid not to think.I growled.Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't do much damage.That's how I got into the herd with the 16 hand plus horses.I could have swore I only went up to there knees.I would have been on my own begging for mercy with all studs if they weren't around.They were as close as I had to family.I never really cared for my actual sire or dam.they sort of left me when i was born.I didn't mind though.
Look at how I turned out.Fine.Ok well may be a little bit psychotic.Ok may be alot psychotic.A little bit of problems never hurt anyone.I don't do physical damage.I love to mentally mess with others.My legs were a bit soreMy orbs watched a fae walk up to me.My slender harks shot her way as they picked up her lyrics.My maw parted to speak to her."They call me Kamella,I'm 3 years old."I didn't know what to say about the specialties exept for me being a wh*re.My maw parted again to reply.
"I guess you could call me a wh*re."
I snorted aloud.It wasn't that noisy though.

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[misty]

<sup>"They call me Kamella,I'm 3 years old."

Finally, Phantom was beginning to think the slave didn't know how to talk. At the answer to her last question, the dark green-and-brown orbs narrowed. She had been hoping for an obedient, but not excessively submissive, slave to order around. This mare seemed to have a little too much fire in her; not a good sign. Stepping closer, the black vix fixed her gaze on the other femme.

"That's not a good reputation to have, I imagine, not unless you were waiting for some brute to claim you. Unfortunately, I already have, and I appreciate it if you would conduct yourself more like a slave and less like a . . . prostitute." Phantom had been about to say another, less lady-like word, but her stature would not allow such an utterance to be spoken.

For a few more moments, Phantom merely stared down at the mare. The black witch didn't know why she could only stand there, but she felt like this slave had a lot more to her than she said. It would only be a matter of time until Phantom would wring the truth of the slave's abilities from her small frame. She was no idiot, and it insulted her that this slave would dare to lie. She wasn't the type who enjoyed time with stallions, her eyes showed it.

"You may address me as M'lady, Ma'am, or Master. Follow me now and try to keep up. No 'wandering' away either."

Raising a ebony hoof, Phantom brought it down on the latch which held her slave in the pen. It snapped immediately and the gate swung open. The vixen could hear someone, probably a slave trader, yell at her, but she did not dignify his rough language with a response. If they didn't want their latches broken, they should have made them easier to open in the first place. Holding her proud crest up high once again, Phantom's Shadow trotted away from Auction Rock with a new slave in tow.</sup>

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Comments: You can answer here I guess, then we can move to Zephyr.}

[misty]

Finished! :3

[A. ddiction]

My eyes could never show what I was about to say.They were about the most powerful thing I had.It didn't seem like I ahd emotions anymore.I never seemed happy.I couldn't be happy.I was a b*tch and that didn't matter.I really didn't care what anyone said.I would always be free no matter how small of a cage im in.And no mare or stallion could tell me other wise.I let out a soft snort as she just stared at me.I was sort of awkward for me to just keep my head hanging low.

I love the feeling of that cool winter breeze playing in my mane.My tail lashed around violently letting a cacophony of sounds escape through the air.Harks cought her words.My maw replied to speak as I tucked my head in."Yes ma'am"
I spoke in calm sensitive lyrics.As she told me to follow I began to.My pillars drug me on.My flints were set on the frosted white ground with ease.
(Im very sorry there was no muse there ill have a longer post next time)

[misty]

I've been moved to Vitra, just so you know where to go.