Chapter Index
Chptr 1.....................pg 1
Chptr 2.....................pg 1
Chptr 3.....................pg 2
Chptr 4.....................pg 2
Chptr 5.....................pg 3
Chptr 6.....................pg 3
Chptr 7.....................pg 4
Chptr 8.....................pg 4
Chptr 9.....................pg 5
Chptr 10...................pg 5
Chptr 11...................pg 7
Chptr 12...................pg 7
Chptr 13...................pg 8
Chptr 14...................pg 10
Chptr 15...................pg 10
Chptr 16...................pg 11
Chptr 16 1/2.............pg 15
Chptr 17...................pg 17
Chptr 18...................pg 20
Chptr 19...................pg 22
Chptr 19 1/2.............pg 23
Chptr 19 3/4.............pg 24
Chptr 19 4/8.............pg 25
Chptr 20...................pg 29
Chptr 21...................pg 29
Chptr 22...................pg 33
Chptr 23...................pg 34
Chptr 24...................pg 35
Chptr 25...................pg 36
Chptr 26...................pg 37
Chptr 27...................pg 37
Chptr 28...................pg 38
Chptr 29...................pg 38
Chptr 29 1/2.............pg 40
Chptr 30...................pg 40
Chptr 31...................pg 40
Chptr 31 1/2............pg 43
Chptr 32..................pg 44
Chptr 33..................pg 44
Chptr 34..................pg 46
Chptr 35..................pg 47
Chptr 36..................pg 49
Chptr 37..................pg 51
Chptr 38..................pg 52
Chptr 39..................pg 56
Chptr 40..................pg 58
Chptr 41..................pg 60
Chptr 42..................pg 63
Chptr 43..................pg 64
Chptr 44.................pg 67
Chptr 45.................pg 69
Chptr 46.................pg 70
Chptr 47.................pg 71
There ya'll go!
Don't worry I'll put a better pic of her up once I get the stupid scanner to work.
DO NOT BY ANY MEANS PRINT, SAVE THIS ON YOUR COMPUTER, OR INTRODUCE THIS STORY TO OTHER WEBSITES, NO STEALING, NO CLAIMING THIS STORY AS YOUR OWN.
Feel free to write other horse stories. Just not the same plot, please.
Chapter 1
The afternoon sun was high in the turquoise sky, radiating heat on my back. Bothersome flies were landing in thick swarms on my sweating corpse, causing my skin to twitch incessantly.
I lived in an old paddock it's gate was rusty and fence was rotting; the enclosure was never cleaned so the stench of waste clung to our bodies and nearly suffocated the air. Next to our old paddock was a small building with peeling red paint, fifty feet away from that building was an even bigger one. Two hundred feet in length and one hundred in width, by the smell the living conditions were nasty; I was sure of that. Tortured whinnies often came from inside, though few mares ever came out.
I have lived my sad six month life in this mess. I was the foal of a Premarin mare, I lived in a Premarin facility.
I sighed as the hot afternoon crawled by…
My ears caught the deep rumble of a truck, as it chugged around the corner and into the dusty lot. The sorrel filly next to me, Agnes, trembled. "Ooo, I hate trucks."
"It's fine, Agnes," I gave her a playful nip. "They always come, they always go."
The truck crawled closer, reeking of diesel. My nostrils flared as my skin prickled, I myself never liked the trucks either, but they never came into our paddock, so who cared whether they came or not? But still, they made my nervous; several other adolescent fillies kicked up their heels and cantered playfully around the pen. The occasional truck was another excuse for them to goof around.
Dust billowed from the wheels as it screeched with an ear splitting whistle to a stop; it was a lot closer than usual to our paddock, which made me increasingly nervous, for paddock by paddock I had seen emptied of all it's occupants and hauled away in the truck…never to be seen or heard from again.
Just then, as I was pondering that unpleasant remembrance, I realized our paddock was the last one with horses in it. I cringed as one of the truck doors banged shut, the driver swaggered out and met with four or five more men who came out of the old building, next to our paddock. They were talking in loud voices, and obviously coming to some sort of agreement, the driver got back in and started the truck up again. This time he backed it up to the paddock gate, I was horrified! Two more men shooed us horses to the back of the paddock as they opened the gate to let the truck in. The truck backed in and a ramp was rolled out from the back.
I was standing still in mortification; how could this be happening? This was how it was with the other horses in their paddocks, never to be seen from again. Agnes sauntered next to me and swept a nervous glance my way, her large brown eyes were languid in the heat, "Mitty," She whispered, "Those horses in the neighboring paddocks never came back again."
She was thinking the same thing. " What's going to happen to us?" I couldn't help but whisper, "What sort of horror are these humans going to inflict on us?"
Agnes shook her head in dismay, "I can't answer that."
"I can," A cocky voice answered her soft one.
My head shot up and I was looking straight into the mocking eyes of Lune, I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Lune, leave us alone. Can't you see were in a crisis?" I indicated toward the men and truck, thankfully they were messing around with the ropes, but holding us horses in dreadful suspense.
"Not much of a crisis," Lune shrugged, but I could see that he was nervous too. "I bet you ladies are just scared clean through."
"We are not." I snapped, for I didn't trust Lune, something about him was disturbing. I didn't want him around.
"Oh, I see," Lune replied, with a mocking smile as he put on a pretend accent, "Mares are so incredibly brave, they know what's best for them, and the whole world, in fact. Very knowledgable and smart, so trustworthy and loyal, so - "
"Lune!" I lunged at him with a whinny, so shrill and aggressive that he spooked; but not before I made a large welt in his shoulder.
He stopped in his tracks, and half reared, pawing my way, "Don't do that!" His ears went back, and mine went back too, we were ready to fight again when Agnes rushed to his side.
"Lune," She nudged him quietly, yet with the force of lion, "Don't fight - after all, she's a filly, your not so cowardly as to fight a filly, are you?"
Lune looked down at Agnes' brown, pleading eyes. He was caught in a trap, with a final glare at me, he melted into the crowd of nervous horses.
"Mitty," Agnes walked up to me, "Promise me, you will not question his authority like that again. It's dangerous to question a colt's authority over a filly. He could hurt you."
"I - I - " I stammered, turning red, "I just hate it when he mocks us, he thinks he's so smart. It's so disgusting, I want to tear him up."
"We all do," Agnes managed a little grin, "But hold it back, it's not a mare's place to disrespect a stallion."
I sighed, "Your right.." Then in a lower tone, "Like always."
By now, me and Agnes were a little too caught up to keep a wary eye on the men and steaming truck, but hearing confusion I whipped around - and screamed at what I saw!
Chptr 1.....................pg 1
Chptr 2.....................pg 1
Chptr 3.....................pg 2
Chptr 4.....................pg 2
Chptr 5.....................pg 3
Chptr 6.....................pg 3
Chptr 7.....................pg 4
Chptr 8.....................pg 4
Chptr 9.....................pg 5
Chptr 10...................pg 5
Chptr 11...................pg 7
Chptr 12...................pg 7
Chptr 13...................pg 8
Chptr 14...................pg 10
Chptr 15...................pg 10
Chptr 16...................pg 11
Chptr 16 1/2.............pg 15
Chptr 17...................pg 17
Chptr 18...................pg 20
Chptr 19...................pg 22
Chptr 19 1/2.............pg 23
Chptr 19 3/4.............pg 24
Chptr 19 4/8.............pg 25
Chptr 20...................pg 29
Chptr 21...................pg 29
Chptr 22...................pg 33
Chptr 23...................pg 34
Chptr 24...................pg 35
Chptr 25...................pg 36
Chptr 26...................pg 37
Chptr 27...................pg 37
Chptr 28...................pg 38
Chptr 29...................pg 38
Chptr 29 1/2.............pg 40
Chptr 30...................pg 40
Chptr 31...................pg 40
Chptr 31 1/2............pg 43
Chptr 32..................pg 44
Chptr 33..................pg 44
Chptr 34..................pg 46
Chptr 35..................pg 47
Chptr 36..................pg 49
Chptr 37..................pg 51
Chptr 38..................pg 52
Chptr 39..................pg 56
Chptr 40..................pg 58
Chptr 41..................pg 60
Chptr 42..................pg 63
Chptr 43..................pg 64
Chptr 44.................pg 67
Chptr 45.................pg 69
Chptr 46.................pg 70
Chptr 47.................pg 71
There ya'll go!
Don't worry I'll put a better pic of her up once I get the stupid scanner to work.
DO NOT BY ANY MEANS PRINT, SAVE THIS ON YOUR COMPUTER, OR INTRODUCE THIS STORY TO OTHER WEBSITES, NO STEALING, NO CLAIMING THIS STORY AS YOUR OWN.
Feel free to write other horse stories. Just not the same plot, please.
Chapter 1
The afternoon sun was high in the turquoise sky, radiating heat on my back. Bothersome flies were landing in thick swarms on my sweating corpse, causing my skin to twitch incessantly.
I lived in an old paddock it's gate was rusty and fence was rotting; the enclosure was never cleaned so the stench of waste clung to our bodies and nearly suffocated the air. Next to our old paddock was a small building with peeling red paint, fifty feet away from that building was an even bigger one. Two hundred feet in length and one hundred in width, by the smell the living conditions were nasty; I was sure of that. Tortured whinnies often came from inside, though few mares ever came out.
I have lived my sad six month life in this mess. I was the foal of a Premarin mare, I lived in a Premarin facility.
I sighed as the hot afternoon crawled by…
My ears caught the deep rumble of a truck, as it chugged around the corner and into the dusty lot. The sorrel filly next to me, Agnes, trembled. "Ooo, I hate trucks."
"It's fine, Agnes," I gave her a playful nip. "They always come, they always go."
The truck crawled closer, reeking of diesel. My nostrils flared as my skin prickled, I myself never liked the trucks either, but they never came into our paddock, so who cared whether they came or not? But still, they made my nervous; several other adolescent fillies kicked up their heels and cantered playfully around the pen. The occasional truck was another excuse for them to goof around.
Dust billowed from the wheels as it screeched with an ear splitting whistle to a stop; it was a lot closer than usual to our paddock, which made me increasingly nervous, for paddock by paddock I had seen emptied of all it's occupants and hauled away in the truck…never to be seen or heard from again.
Just then, as I was pondering that unpleasant remembrance, I realized our paddock was the last one with horses in it. I cringed as one of the truck doors banged shut, the driver swaggered out and met with four or five more men who came out of the old building, next to our paddock. They were talking in loud voices, and obviously coming to some sort of agreement, the driver got back in and started the truck up again. This time he backed it up to the paddock gate, I was horrified! Two more men shooed us horses to the back of the paddock as they opened the gate to let the truck in. The truck backed in and a ramp was rolled out from the back.
I was standing still in mortification; how could this be happening? This was how it was with the other horses in their paddocks, never to be seen from again. Agnes sauntered next to me and swept a nervous glance my way, her large brown eyes were languid in the heat, "Mitty," She whispered, "Those horses in the neighboring paddocks never came back again."
She was thinking the same thing. " What's going to happen to us?" I couldn't help but whisper, "What sort of horror are these humans going to inflict on us?"
Agnes shook her head in dismay, "I can't answer that."
"I can," A cocky voice answered her soft one.
My head shot up and I was looking straight into the mocking eyes of Lune, I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Lune, leave us alone. Can't you see were in a crisis?" I indicated toward the men and truck, thankfully they were messing around with the ropes, but holding us horses in dreadful suspense.
"Not much of a crisis," Lune shrugged, but I could see that he was nervous too. "I bet you ladies are just scared clean through."
"We are not." I snapped, for I didn't trust Lune, something about him was disturbing. I didn't want him around.
"Oh, I see," Lune replied, with a mocking smile as he put on a pretend accent, "Mares are so incredibly brave, they know what's best for them, and the whole world, in fact. Very knowledgable and smart, so trustworthy and loyal, so - "
"Lune!" I lunged at him with a whinny, so shrill and aggressive that he spooked; but not before I made a large welt in his shoulder.
He stopped in his tracks, and half reared, pawing my way, "Don't do that!" His ears went back, and mine went back too, we were ready to fight again when Agnes rushed to his side.
"Lune," She nudged him quietly, yet with the force of lion, "Don't fight - after all, she's a filly, your not so cowardly as to fight a filly, are you?"
Lune looked down at Agnes' brown, pleading eyes. He was caught in a trap, with a final glare at me, he melted into the crowd of nervous horses.
"Mitty," Agnes walked up to me, "Promise me, you will not question his authority like that again. It's dangerous to question a colt's authority over a filly. He could hurt you."
"I - I - " I stammered, turning red, "I just hate it when he mocks us, he thinks he's so smart. It's so disgusting, I want to tear him up."
"We all do," Agnes managed a little grin, "But hold it back, it's not a mare's place to disrespect a stallion."
I sighed, "Your right.." Then in a lower tone, "Like always."
By now, me and Agnes were a little too caught up to keep a wary eye on the men and steaming truck, but hearing confusion I whipped around - and screamed at what I saw!
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