Childhood

I was born into bondage. But I didn’t know it.

As a foal to my mom, "Mistress," I was happy. I was at my mom’s side, always. Call it an attachment if you will.

As I grew, I mimicked my mom, whinny for whinny, and step for step. My mom was proud of me, and our owners always allowed me and my mom to show off to the other ponygirls.

I also frolicked and played with the other ponygirls, while our moms whinnied and chatted.

The only times that I was away from my mom was when she was led away from our stall or from the field for some unknown reasons that I never knew.

Then, the day I truly hated that I never heard about. I still despise it to this day.

One of the older ponies had mentioned this to a naïve ponygirl like myself. I had only regarded it as a hoax or a scary story. I thought wrong.

I was maybe 2 years old (19 years human time), and clueless, when my mom was being led by a human into a barn that I never knew was on the property. Obediently following her into the barn, and when she was led into a stall.

Before I knew it, the stall door closed, and I realized what had happened.

I began to try to break down the door with no success. I whinnied, scratched, and otherwise did everything to get out and be with mom. But, the last image I had of her was a bowed head, as she walked out of the stall and a tear in her eye.

As I gave up hope to get out, I rolled into a deep sense of grief. Questions rolled through my head.

"Why? Why did this happen to me?"

I began to bang my head into the walls, but a human intervened and had me hung from a rafter in my stall, and a hood placed over my head. I also felt something prick me, and a sense of sleep began to engulf me.

I woke up later, only to find my body encased in leather and metal. My mouth was gagged, and something was putting pressure in my ass. My arms were also bound, and then it hit me; I was now like my mom. I was taking her place.

The stall door opened. I saw other ponygirls, some of them my old friends, passing, all walking forward. They were somber; some scared. I knew something was up.

A human came in and began to talk.

"Don’t worry, you’ll be going to a new home, away from your life you knew…

He then grabbed my hair and dragged me out, and put me with the others.

They were two lines. I was placed near the end of one of these lines. A metal thing was placed on the other end. There were maybe 20 of us, split into lines of 10. The line next to me was herded into this thing, and I saw doors shut. Then, it moved off.

As soon as I saw another thing, I felt a sting on my ass. Then, it was a mad rush as the others and I were loaded and closed in.

Some of the ponies with me were scared. They didn’t know what was going on. I comforted my friend, who was crying uncontrollably. Then, the thing began to move.

A loud whinny engulfed the thing. I could see thru an opening that we were leaving our home. As we moved, I saw my mom, looking at us, and then turning away.

That image will forever be burned into my mind.

The thing stopped. We were pushed out and then rounded to a pen. It was high, and the humans watching over it were watching us carefully, both at us and the other humans there.

We were constantly poked, prodded, inspected, fondled, tugged, pulled, pinched…every crevice and orifice on our bodies at the mercy of these people.

I was beginning to hate this. I moped in a corner of the pen, where nobody could surprise me. I began to cry, and some of the others knew it. One of my old friends comforted me, and I still cried.

It was like this for some time. People, some dressed like royalty, some dressed like Cowboys, and some in regular fare, came in and out of the pen. No one bothered to look at me.

Then, he came along.

He was a mixture of old and new; age wise and physical wise. He looked like he was 40, yet had the body of a 30-yr. old. And, he must’ve done something right to get the body he had. He was decked out in Military garb, like something from the past. He was a dream come true…to a Human Female anyway. He motioned the human at the gate to open it.

"Ah, Major Peacecroft. Right away, right away," talked the man at the gate to the pen.

"Peacecroft…" I thought…." Nice name."

He walked in and surveyed the scene. All the ponies looked at him, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He walked around, looking at every pony, stopping to inspect closer.

He motioned many of the ponies forward. They stood, scared. I watched as he inspected them further. He looked at 10 ponies in the pen, not satisfied with any of them. I could tell; call it a sixth sense of mine.

A crowd had gathered around the pen. Many were chatting to themselves. I overheard a woman clad in leathers near me.

"Major Peacecroft…I wonder if he will purchase something today. No breeder can satisfy this person."

Then, he focused on me.

Walking over, he looked at me. I looked back, a mix of anger and fright filling my face.

"Stand!"

I stood, as if I learned it well. I stood straight, lowered my eyes and waited.

The crowd kept watching. I kept my ears cocked, listening.

He began to caress my breasts, and inspect further. He gently touched me, knowing where, to either calm me or excite me. It was as if I had found my stallion…but this felt much better.

The crowd gasped. Again, I heard some snide comments.

"Maybe he’s found what he wants."

"He’s going purchase her, I know it."

He then looked at a tag attached to my collar. It had the seller’s ID and my auction number.

"Auction Lot #69. I’ll make a note to have you as mine."

He then left. All I could do was stand there, bewildered and amused.

The crowd dispersed, not a moment too soon.

"All right, hook them together and lets get them ready," cried a voice.

Soon, we were arranged in lines, moved as they willed.

"Where’s 69?" someone called out.

I was found, and then shoved into place.

Leads were fitted onto all of us. Then, the caravan of ponies made it’s way to the auction block.

The room was full of people, dressed in finery I couldn’t imagine. It was like a costume ball. All the ponies were looking around, wondering who would bid on them. The handlers didn’t mind; after all, who would want to purchase damaged merchandise?

We were in a block. Block Numbers 55 to 75 if I’m not mistaken. I was 69. Somehow, that Peacecroft guy had it for 69 girls. Eh, who knows?

As the numbers went, a few numbers to crunch on.

#55, an old friend went for $35,000. The Auctioneer noted certain qualities. Called it "additional training." Like I know what additional training she had.

#59, a pony that I didn’t know personally sold for $100,000. Apparently, her bloodlines were a mix of a Famous Cart Ponygirl, "Lace," and a Champion Race Stallion, "Game Breaker." I guess it paid to have some famous folks.

#61, a small ponygirl I use to taunt, sold for a measly $9,000. She was smaller than the rest, and had small breasts to boot. Also, her ribs showed and she wasn’t in the fittest shape possible. Oh well, guess someone will have a use for her at that price.

#65, another old friend, hit the $60,000 mark. She was milking at the time, and the handlers gave a few good squirts to demonstrate.

Then, it was my turn.

The handlers pushed me up and positioned me on the spot. I looked angryly at the trainers, but recomposed myself.

"Okay, Ladies and Gents, we have here Lot #69, from the Silverglade Stables; she is in the fittest condition, all shots have been updated, and she is the offspring of the wonderful Show Pony "Mistress." Bidding will start at $1,000.

After those words, people began to shout. But, I focused my mind on other things. I was searching for that Peacecroft guy.

"I have $10,000… $15,000…"

I scanned the room, and finally, I saw him.

"Turn her around Gentlemen…"

I was forcefully turned around when I sighted Peacecroft. He was in the back, leaning against a stone column, and a girl dressed in furs standing behind him, on a leash.

"Look at this backside everyone…I got a bid for $20,000 now…."

I was wondering why he wasn’t bidding on me. As I was looking down, I tried to refocus, now on his voice. But the Auctioneer drowned out my focus.

"$50,000 from Master Yamamoto…A fine addition to your stables in Japan Yamamoto-san…$55,000 from…."

I was turned around again. I looked again and found him. He was still there, waiting.

My mind was racing. Why didn’t he bid on me if he showed interest?

"$75,000 from Seniorita Lucinda…$80,000 from Master Yamamoto…"

I was focused on him. He knew it. It was as if he and I were psychically linked.

"C’mon girl, give a good whinny…"

A sharp jab was put into my chest, and I gave out a loud whinny.

"Listen to that…I have $90,000 from Seniorita Lucinda…"

I caught my breath, and tried to focus again. Ugh, this was terrible.

"I have $100,000 from Master Yamamoto… any more takers? Going once…going twice…"

"$125,000."

The room gasped. I looked around.

"I said, $125,000."

"Er…I have a bid from Major Peacecroft for $125,000. Any others?"

"$200,000!" cried out the Yamamoto guy. "And Peacecroft you better not…"

"Half a Mill."

The Yamamoto guy was furious and turned back.

"You bastard, I should…"

"Do what? You know you can’t beat that price Yamamoto. Auctioneer, I place a bid for $500,000, Cash."

The room erupted in murmurs and whispers. Everyone was commenting. I looked at Peacecroft. He looked back.

"I have a bid of Half a Million from Major Peacecroft…any others?"

The room grew silent.

"Going once…going twice…fair warning…"

The gavel fell.

"SOLD! Major Peacecroft, she’s yours. And congratulations on that bid."

The room erupted in applause. Some cheered.

I was yanked off stage the minute the gavel fell.

I was waiting on the side. Major Peacecroft paid the Cashier $600,000 (Bid price + a $100,000 auction fee and commissions) and got my leads. I trotted next to him.

"Well, you are mine, pretty pony. I should decide on a…"

Two men and a woman came and announced to Peacecroft. Behind them…was my mom?

"Major Peacecroft, Mistress Silverglade, Silverglade Farms owner. I wish to congratulate you on your purchase. And thank you for the bid. I must say, you had a thing for her back there…"

"Yes. You’re done with your block?"

I whinnied uncontrollably. The ponygirl behind didn’t respond.

"We still have to process 10 more ponies tomorrow. Major, since you bid so high, I would like to extend some credit to you for future purchases. After all, we didn’t expect Mistress’s offspring to fetch a price like that."

"Tell you what…the next foal Mistress has, you call me first, okay?"

My lead was pulled tightly by Peacecroft. I gagged a bit.

"I see Mistress came to see her foal move on?"

"Major, she insisted. Come now Mistress, we must collect the money. Ta-ta."

I was pulled from my spot. I tried to make eye contact to my mom, but again, a cold shoulder.

I was led into a private room on the Auction grounds. Inside was a shock.

There were two girls, dressed in fur; collars, cuffs, fur ears…and an outfit that matched the color of the fur. They looked up and tried to smile.

"Ah, I see you met Misty and Jet, my two foxes for my monthly Fox Hunts. I had them come along for the ride. Come now…"

I had noticed Jet with Peacecroft when he had bid on me. She gave me a snide look. I just snorted back.

He pulled me further into the room.

Three human girls worked as servants. One brought a cup of wine to Peacecroft. Another held my leads, while another stooped down and became a footstool for him. I looked around clueless.

"Now, I must settle on a pony name. Any suggestions?"

"Chloe?" chirped one of the servants.

"Master Greene has a ponygirl with that name."

"Shyla?" said the one servant below Peacecroft’s feet.

"Maybe…"

"How about Ass?" noted one of the foxes.

"Didn’t I say for you two not to talk?"

The foxes laughed.

"Do the foxes want to be the primary targets again, like last time?"

I noticed they shut up quickly.

"I think Shyla is a wonderful name Stephanie. Make sure I reward you."

"Yes Sir."

"So be it. Shyla will be your name."

It’s been nearly 2 years since the sale. I now live on Master Peacecroft’s Jamaican Estate, where I’m cared for by a few nice looking stablehands. A bliss if I can say.

I’ve been transferred many times between Master Peacecroft’s estates around the world. I’ve been to Hong Kong, Tahiti, France, and England…I’m guessing around the world and back.

And, I should note, I get airsick. That revelation was found out when I was being transported from the auction. Now, I’m transferred by yacht.

Nice… so far, I’m not seasick.

I’ve been a very productive pony. I’ve won many shows and even a few cart races in competitions around the world. I’m now as famous as my mom! But, I’m not at the breeding stage yet. The doctors want me to race as much as possible, to build up my muscles.

And some good news…my mom and my newest sister, named "Rayane," are now the property of Master Peacecroft. He bought them from Mistress Silverglade for a hefty sum if I’m not mistaken a year ago.

I forgave my mom for turning a blind eye. She now spends her days resting, as an injury sidelined her breeding abilities.

Rayane and I train together and play. Master Peacecroft plans to have us work as a team soon.

One of the stablehands is calling me for my wash down. Time to go.

*nuzzle nuzzle*