Lilypads was born from two vastly different horses, thrown together with careful planning. Because of the precision, she was born with her head held higher than the other foals, her conformation striking, her coat glistening.
Cider never met his gorgeous filly. Lady Frog lowered her head as if Lily was a shame.
Then she was rated...
Lily's POV
I trotted around the pasture, my ears pinned.
How dare the humans force me and Mother away!
I thought angrily. I let out a shrill whinny, but I got no response.
Wait... Where is she?
I lifted my head to see over the thick boards blocking my vision.
No, no, no!
I snorted and reared onto my back legs in hope of seeing over. But I was too short. Another filly crowded the other end of the pasture with two more foals, her eyes glued to me as I frantically paced the wall.
"Mother!" I cried out, straining to hear the distant call from my dam. The filly trotted up behind me and was about to speak when a human- curse them- forced my red halter over my head. I pinned my ears, putting up as much of a fight as my little body could manage. The man pulled me to a circular pasture with nothing but dirt. I shook my head in protest and fought to go back to my mother, my pasture- anything other than here.
"Move, you little good-for-nothing waste of time!" The man growled, yanking harder on my lead. I squealed and reared back.
"Alexander." A sweet voice held a tone of disapointment that made the human still. I shook my head violently and pulled back. The man- Alexander- slowly turned to look at the woman who spoke. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes piercing. My ears pricked at the sound of rustling.
Does she have treats? What is that? I must eat it.
I stepped forward, curling my lip toward her, munching on the peppermint I stole from her hand. I nodded my head and she chuckled.
Then she turned serious.
"You're fired." She snapped. Done. Final.
"B-but, ma'am I-"
"No." She gave one curt nod, took my lead, and gently led me to a trailer.
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For another year I lived at the stables, meeting new foals, learning new tricks. I loved it here. Dulcie was amazing! She seemed to love handling me, but one day I overheard her when she was speaking to a young girl visiting me. The girl was bright and bubbly and absolutely adored me in the color red. She bit her lip and seemed to prance around with giddy excitement. I tossed my head then forced it over the fence board. She giggled and turned toward Dulcie, one hand still on my white face.
"You can have her. A gift, of sorts." Dulcie smiled and the girl's face lit up.
"Really!?!?" She bounced and gave Dulcie the biggest hug ever. I stood there, ears pricked, waiting for my face to be scratched again.
Dulcie seemed sad when she handed my red rope to the girl.
"Take care of her, Dandy." She said, waving good-bye as I loaded onto the trailer.
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I was a pampered mess. Always getting what I wanted. I trained, kinda. Showed... occasionally.
My main talent?
Breeding.
I somehow gifted Dandy two foals she considered "World Class," causing her to tack me up in all things red.
Dandy loved me, drew me, showered me in affection. She let my tail grow longer, braided my mane in weird balls, and even gave me some free time in the pasture!
Now, 14 years later, I rest peacefully in my stall, raising my foals one by one, being the "amazing momma" Dandy always says I am.
Windy
