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// Story: Born of Mare and Stallion 
// by No Raisin 
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The pink mare lives with us, but I dont see her as much as I want to. Shes pink and Im burned, and when I make noises she doesnt get scared like the others. The pink mare takes care of me when mom and dad arent around, and we have fun.

We dont go outside, cuz that seemed to be the one condition of the pink mare looking after me, but we get to do a lot of stuff while indoors. For instance she likes reading a lot, although she doesnt talk about it much. She reads words to me and I make noises that are different from the ones I normally make, and they almost sound like words. I rest against her chest and belly and her coat feels really soft, a lot softer than mine. Mine is like burned earth. I hate it, yes I do.

The most recent book the pink mare read to me was about some foals who are not much older than me who go on a time travel adventure or something, and there are these weird mares who help them out cuz they want to find their dad. If my dad got lost I wouldnt want to find him, cuz he doesnt love me. The pink mare loves me. She reads to me for what feels like hours, and I almost fall asleep between her hooves and she looks down at me and smiles something nice. Her smiles make me feel warm.

The pink mare is weird cuz she talks to herself all the time, but I dont mind. she has a sweet voice. It reminds me of whenever I get to eat candy. Sometimes she sez something to me, like right after we had finished the previous book. It was a long day, but I liked it.

Whos hungry, she sez to me sweetly. I made a noise that sounded like a bird chirping, and the pink mare giggled. Me coat black like burned earth. The pink mare picked me up and rested me aside and went to the kitchen and I followed her. Mom and dad own a bakery, so it was easy to get things together to make another thing that I could eat. Sweets taste much better than rats and bugs.

I love the pink mare. She always knows what to make for me, and she never sez anything bad while Im around. Shes always so nice. I wonder how she does it. I wish she was my mom. I dont understand why she isnt my mom and yet mom is. Mom is mean to me. She doesnt hit me like brother does, but she keeps making me go back to me room. Its dark in there, darker than me. The walls are cold.

For dinner we had slices of pie that the pink mare baked, and I got lost in the taste. I concentrated on me food mostly, but sometimes some of me eyes would wander over to the pink mare and what she was doing. She ate too, but she kept an eye on me, and it was a lovely eye because it shined kindness on me. I dont understand why she does this.

Pretty good isnt it, she sez to me out of the blue. I nodded and squeaked and she smiles, and neither of us felt bad.

The pink mare didnt tuck me into bed, cuz mom and dad and booster and sister got back from wherever they were. But she did give me a small kiss on me muzzle, then she asked me to close all me eyes and I did. She planted a kiss on each eyelid, and I tightened me eyes so they wouldnt get wet like they do when Im either really sad or really happy.	

I should start reading on me own so I wont feel so lonely in me room.

I wish I could eat something like apple pie more often, cuz usually at night I have to look for something to eat cuz Im hungry and all I can find in my room are bugs. Theyre pests, so they deserve to be eaten. They clearly hate me, so I hate them back and they crunch in me mouth as I eat them and they make me tummy hurt when they go through.

I may be a pony but Im the biggest bug here. Im at the top of the food chain, yep yep yep.