In a kennel cause you deserve it

>Be inside a kennel
>Waiting for your owner
>You impatiently trot around your cage, hooves rattling the cheap aluminum floor for whatever unfortunate creature was incarcerated below you
>All the ponies and even the cats and dogs here are scared and trembling
>Terrified of the humans who come by every few days to poke and tentatively sprinkle their affection over any creature they deem worthy
>You don't really understand them
>You always loved humans
>Something important bites at the back of your head but it is dismissed as soon as it arises
>You don't need to dwell on useless things like that
>You have waited your whole life for this moment
>Every little joy and trauma, pushing you to this place
>Beating you down
>Beating into you the best little acts and facades to impress humans with
>Beating into you your inferiority and helplessness before them
>In some strange intangible way you always knew you would end up here
>In a cage needing to be saved
>you worked so hard to make yourself worthy of saving
>And now even as you gauge your *competition* you can see that you have them absolutely outclassed.
>You have groomed and preened yourself, even scruffed a little blackened grease from the hinges of your cage as an ersatz eyeliner
>Your practiced lines all ring around in your head, clearing it of unneeded chaff.
>"Hiiiiii! I'm Flowers! How are youuuu!"
>You haven't been in this fucking kennel all that long
>only a year or so
>maybe two
>or is it two and a half...
>how old are you?
>...
>You again banish all the dumb thoughts in your head with a lil shake and rehearse your smile and introduction once more
>"Hiiiii How are you! I am Flowers! I love you!"
>You are so ready
>You are excited and amazing and the best
>You are the best fucking pony
>Hecking
>Ponies don't swear
>You are the best hecking pony
>thats right
>and master is going to come and pick you up and save you from this dark hell
>across the aisle of cages you spot a couple of other house mares
>They all look worn out and spent
>You are pretty sure one is biologically a stallion or whatever
>Dumb trap horses are so fucking popular nowadays
>Maybe you should have been a trap horse?
>Wha?
>?
>A wave of cognitive dissonance washes over you, crashing against your light buff coat like a ship being split in half against a reef
>What were you thinking?
>...
>You catch a glimpse of the mares across from you
>stupid trap horses
>It'll be ok
>You are a pretty little mare and the best little pony
>Master will love and cherish and protect you
>You just know it
>It is not a question or even an issue in your mind
>You know that Master loves and cherishes and will protect you just like how you know the sky is blue
>You know
>You just do
>Return to pacing around your little cage
>Important to keep good cardio don't you know?
>wanna have a shapely plot for master
>You are a good little mare and you are the best and you will of course be the one Master takes home.
>You feel a shiver crawl over your coat, and you curl up against one of the walls of your cage. It does little to provide you with warmth, but it grounds you
>When you are standing around for too long it feels like a pit is going to open up right behind you at any moment
>and you will helplessly fall backwards into a bottomless pit
>getting some kind of solid purchase for your rest puts your mind at ease
>no bottomless pits here
>You feel your eyelids start to grow a bit heavy
>You can tell from the ambient light around the kennel that its getting dark outside
>You breath in a deep breath and yawn
>You go limp into a lil pile on the floor of your cage, and drift softly into sleep
>...
>Its home
>An old farmhouse
>big fucking extensions have been added over the last couple of decades, extending it's misshapen visage into a hulking mansion
>White plaster pillars lines the front deck
>You scurry inside after a hard day of school
>A few bruises and some homework
>Nothing you can't handle
>The front door is unlocked obviously, and you let yourself into the main foyer
>You can hear mom toiling away in the kitchen far away
>Her echoes are almost undetectable
>But you know she is always very angry around the time you get back from school, so you silently creep from the foyer to the main staircase that leads into the basement.
>You don't turn on the lights since that would alert mom to your presence and you don't want to bother her
>you aren't worth a hassle and having her worry about those bruises
>She would probably just yell at you anyways
>so you do your best and you fade away into the darkness of the basement
>You know your steps well and even in complete darkness you are able to find your way back to your safe little heaven
>A crawl space on the second basement of what used to be a food pantry half a century ago, back when this was an actual farmhouse.
>You retrieve your laptop from your backpack and prop yourself against one of the shelves.
>You turn it on only once you have pushed the pantry's door shut with your foot
>You click over to a document you were working on back at school
>Some math sheet you need to fill out
>At the same time as the the text editor is starting, you click over to a skype group
>A bunch of your friends and you like to chat every night
>Most of them are fans of the same show you are
>My little pony
>You like to play pretend with them and write stories about all your ponies
>They always tell you you are the cutest little mare
>You always get embarrassed and try to tell them you are a boy not a girl but they always just lightly assert themselves
>You have always had a hard time making anyone stop doing stuff to you
>Your friends were adults anyways
>They knew best
>You loved all your friends so much
>When they all shared pictures you made sure to send bunches
>They always loved it when you did that
>So much praise
>Such a good little pony
>You felt so happy and special and good
>Dad gets home a couple hours later
>You can hear him and mom stomping around like a thunderstorm, even from two floors below them
>Their muffled screams are little more than the pitter patter of rain
>You always liked the rain
>You are chatting with your friends
>One of them buys you lots of steam games so you can play together
>He even sent you a T-shirt once
>You loved him
>In a friend way
>You trusted him to do what was right for you
>You were stupid and bad and evil
>But you were surrounded by good people who loved you
>He sends you a message over skype
>You explain your parents are a bit loud so you can't get on camera for them tonight
>He says something strange
>He says that you could come be with him
>You type "Like a sleepover?"
>He sends you something strange back
>You would make a good pet
>You always liked pets
>Good pets...
>...
>You wake with a start
>Wh-where wha
>wha
>You are panting and in complete darkness
>You stand up and make your way to the front of your cage
>From outside the room you can hear some chatting
>And the stomping around of people
>Nice people
>Maybe even owner!
>You scurry around in a lil circle excited
>You have been waiting so long for this moment
>You can't wait
>You remember that Human's like dignified and good pets
>You sit your ass down on the floor and pose yourself in a cute way
>You were always good at posing in cute ways
>The door to the kennel opens and in walks the dealer and a buyer
>A master
>You have a hard time containing your excitement
>You look as happy and good as you can
>Its hard to see the master in this lighting, but hes big and bald and a man
>When he approaches you you recite your line, all practiced and saccharine
>"Hiiiiii! I'm Flowers! nice to meet you mr!"
>Or at least that was what you tried to say
>What came out was a mix of whinnies and some coo'ing
>It still sounded pretty
>You like sounding pretty!
>Master looks at you for a moment
>Stares at you
>You say your line again and do a little waltz in a circle
>You sound just as cute as you did the first time
>You smile as best you can
>But master takes another step past your cage
>...
>He keeps walking
>His eyes pass over you like your garbage
>Master and dealer walk into the darkness at the other side of the room, and you hear the door being opened and shut
>You crumple slowly, curling into a ball on the floor of your cage
>You are garbage
>Master didn't want you
>No master wants you
>You don't deserve them
>You start to cry
>You cry and cry and cry
>You pull yourself over to your little metal bowl and try to sate the crushing cold inside with some of your food
>Its dried pellets that taste like wood
>You gobble up what little is in there and retreat back to the corner of your cage
>It's ok
>Master will come and pick you out of this dark place
>He will protect you and help you and give you purpose
>You will cherish every moment with him
>You just need to wait for master to come and pick you
>You just need to wait
>...
>You try to remember something important
>Something essential to yourself
>But it passes by with a small headache
>You tap your hooves together and sing to yourself some
>You don't remember what
>But it makes you feel ok
>You belong here
>Somehow you always knew you would end up here
>Be the cute little mare
>Try your best to make yourself worth saving
>But you fail
>You aren't worth anything you stupid little pony