Protocol [By Biorb_McBiorb]

A Mother, uncaring in her newborns, looks over her foals…

She scoffs at their colors, at their traits…

She calls them them dummies, and leaves them… She takes one, citing her as the best of the worst… A loud slam is heard, causing the foals to become distressed, but only momentarily…

Six little foals, gathered alone and sad, Six little foals, no mother to be had…

Blue, Pink, Yellow, Green, Red and Black…

Their lives given freely to the ties of fate that ‘nature’ demands… The foals too young, and too weak to understand…

Blue walks blindly, searching for love, finding peace and solace in the solitude of his Mother’s old burrow…

Blue stops at what he imagines is the entrance of his home, a quick sniff of the air…

He feels the gentle wind brush against his face, his wings, while small, flutter with imagination, the pure feeling of possibility…

While he doesn’t, and truly never will, his mind is elsewhere, in what he imagines are the skies above, no physical picture or idea to grab, his body is abstract, his wings are long and wide, yet small and petite…

Blue raises his head up and up, the wind gusting down under his body, he feels the breeze along his stomach now…

Blue takes another step and after a moment, he peeps…

“W-wuv… Wuv!”

Blue flutters his wings harder and harder, feeling the weight of his confusion and sadness drift away, the winds taking him higher and higher away from his life…

Blue takes another step, then another, feeling the burrow’s dirt floor change to something soft… Something damp, something that smells crisp and fresh…

Blue stops a moment to sniff the new land beneath him and discovers what would be synthetic-grass, if his eyes were open…

Blue nudges a single blade, then Blue begins to chew upon it… It taste strange… But good in a way…

His teeth are small, yet eager to try new things… while he and his siblings are young, they are without milk, that is to say, they haven’t always been without milk… It simply seems their mother had given up… Lost interest in her foals…

Her responsibilities…

Mother and Blue’s Sibling, who was lucky enough to go along with her, would meet a tragic and swift end due to Gravity, as they had jumped from their opened tank…

Blue suckles at the non-existent teat of the grass blade, being gifted with the strange and new taste of ‘morning’ dew… Not enough to sate the adventurous foal… But enough to keep his mind on other things…

Yellow and Green have made their way out of the Hug-Pile, hearing the familiar sounds of Blue’s peeping… They too wish to enjoy the day they have been blessed with…

Yellow begins to nudge her head into the grass, a new experience to her, her horn itching both with excitement, and curiosity… Yellow and her Horn both welcomes the slick grass happily… The irritation of a newly sprouting horn seemingly soothed by ‘Nature’s’

blessings…

Green has made his way over to Blue, and has begun to hug his brother, happy to find a familiar scent…

Blue is the first to smell the strange scent getting closer to the three…

Looking up with sealed eyes, too young to see the world for what it was, or for what it is, Blue ‘meets’ the eyes of a young man…

Lanky and strange, most would assume this man would harm the foals, torturing them horribly… But that is not what was this young man’s plans were…

To the foals, he was shade, a cooling thing to the ‘morning’s warm sun’… To their Mother, their ‘Father’, their ‘owner’, someone who wanted to take care of them…but was placed in charge of a Mother who only cared for the few… The ‘Bestes’…

The young man gently scratches Blue’s head, getting a soft and satisfied coo from the young explorer…

Gently, Blue, Yellow, and Green are placed back with their siblings on their makeshift bed… The familiar scents cause Blue and his two siblings to nuzzle up into their Hug-Pile…

Soon the Foals feel their world shake and move… The feeling of their nest moving disorienting them… All except Blue…

Blue finds his balance in the mighty movement of his unknown owner’s swaying…

His wings flutter… His mid races, again, with no pictures to place his movements to, he lets his imagination and Fluffy-programing take hold…

Blue smiles as, in his mind, he’s flying high, the strange masses flying to his left and right… His Mother, and his Father… He sees smiles, and feels the loving feeling of something scratching his head…

Blue turns his head, his eyes beginning to crack and break thru the inane and imaginary psyche of the Foal’s Imagination…

Blue’s eyes are brightly shown their first things…

A large lanky figure… He wore an Apron, a long sleeve shirt, and blue-jeans… His hear was shaggy, and long… His eye’s attention were elsewhere, but they seemed happy… Blue’s second thing he saw was bright, passing over him multiple times…

As Blue and the Lanky Young-Man walked, the Bright fluorescent lights would pass over them, blasting Blue’s small eyes with light, then stop, then shine again…

The Third was the large Bio-Tank behind them… A large fan atop of the tank, blowing cool wind into the tank…

Blue’s Mother… His Sibling, both broken and splattered across the floor… Blue’s Mother’s head was crushed in…

Blue wouldn’t understand these things, as he was far too young, but he now could guess he was not a feral… In fact Blue and his siblings were raised in a large Mill…

As Blue and his siblings were being moved, they felt their nest being set down upon a new environment…

“Yay! Babbehs am hewe! Su happies! Come tu nyu Daddeh Babbehs!”

The Voice was kind… It was pleasant… Blue turned to the Voice’s origin and peeped…

“M-mum-… D-Daddeh? Peep?”

“Yus babbeh! Am babbehs Daddeh! Wub babbehs!”

Blue’s siblings began to waddle along to what they thought was their father… Blue waited for a moment, hesitant to meet his Daddeh…

Blue looked back to the young man and peeped curiously…

“W-wha’ ha-happen t-tu F-fwubby? Peep!”

The Lanky Young-Man doesn’t answer and simply nudges Blue over with his siblings…

Blue tries to protest but is picked up by the large Stallion, his Fluff is a beautiful mix of Black and White, his eyes a deep Green…

“Am guud babbeh! Nu wowwy abou’ meanie-Mawe! Nu am gud Fwuffy!”

The words resonate with Blue, his small mind still adjusting to sight, a large order, as Blue had only recently mastering speaking…

Blue notices a large shiny thing around the Black and White neck… A locket, the words O,R,E,O are etched into it…

Blue stares intently at it for a moment… His new Daddeh slightly put off by the staring…

“Daddeh am… O-… Ow-Oweee-o? Peep?”

GASP Dats wite Babbeh! Am Oweo! Am babbehs nyu Daddeh!”

Blue stares a moment longer… Finally breaking the science of his Siblings peeps and Oreo…

“Peep! Babbeh wub Oweo! Wub Daddeh! Peep!”

Oreo brings Blue close for a hug… Glady accepted by the young foal…

Blue, Pink, Yellow, Green, Red and Black… huddle close to their Daddeh, a Pegasus…

Their Lanky care-taker leaves the new-family to their meet and greet, moving back to the broken and dead Mare… A White Filly on her back, her back broken in two…

“Ms. O’Connor is gonna kill me…”

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Basically the dumb mother and one would be bestesh got sucked in by the motorblade or she is dumb enough to charged into it?

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Oh no shes jumped out of the Tank and brok most her bones due to gravity, soon to be bestes’ didnt land on Mom, and bothe of them hit the floor hard, dying wither on impact or bleeding out.

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Damn so they think they can fly and ended up splat.

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Eh…kids got nothing to worry about. Looks like he opened the tank and probably turned away for a sec to grab kibble or water or something and dumbass down there on the floor decided to make a break for it. Donna’s got a pretty level head, i figure she’ll put it together. Kid might get an ass chewin’ but unless the mare was a known flight risk or preferred breeder thats all. If she was a preferred breeder…well…somebody is gonna be changing litterboxes for a couple months.

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Eye’s fresh open and it knows how to spell… Impressive.

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Hair?

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yeh, the staff fella