The Menagerie · Part 1

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Her whole body was sore.

This was the first thing

Lynn felt.

It was Lynn? Her name was

Lynn wasn’t it?

Her brain was on fire and she could not think straight.

French club? Private plane?

They meant something and nothing to her.

She opened her eyes to a circular room covered in stark white padding. She was blinded by the mirrors reflecting the light off walls ceiling and floor.

She was in some sort of costume. She focused her mind and things became clearer.

She tried to move but could only in certain ways. Her feet where chained or hobbled together with another short piece between them connected to a bolt into the floor. She was secured to a padded ‘island’ in the middle of the room with mirrors.

She wore some sort of bizarre footwear with a high arch and no heel that stopped below the knee. Her toes of her boots where a polished gold color and looked like goats. Cloven hoof was it?

From the toes up to the knee was soft white downy fur. Her skin was ash white. Her hands where held by padded manacle connected to a waist belt in front of her. Her hands also where stuffed into a glove that separated the first two fingers from the last two giving the impression her had the same cloven hoofs for hands.

Two over sized nails that could go the first knuckle added to the effect.

The gloves also had the same fur to the elbow. They where gloves?

Her neck felt stiff. A high collar on her neck made it hard to turn her neck and move it.

There was a waist garment that push up her breasts and tightly pulled in her waist. Her breast never looked this big before or so round. Not huge floppy ones. But firm and round. They seemed just right. Perfect.

A small garment covered her crotch and rear.

Was she dead?

Had she gone to heaven?

Or hell.

She tried to sit up but could only manage a kneeling position. Her feet would not lie flat on the ground she wanted to stand on tiptoe all the time.

Why?

Because it felt right to do so.

Then she caught sight of her face. When looking into the mirror around her island and stared into the face of stranger.

Her face was white and so was her hair. The hair along her side was pulled tightly back while the hair on top was a mane of animal. A horse? There was a bit placed into her mouth. It fit nicely into the gap of her back teeth. There was also something attached inside that forced down her tongue. Her throat was raw and she tried to say something but gruff rasp of a tiny whinny came out.

It hurt painfully. Then the clincher came. She really stared at it. Making sure what she saw was what she was seeing.

A horn. A lovely spiral horn emerging at an angle from her forehead. It could not have been any bigger than the length of her fore hoof.

Fore hoof?

That fact came with some clarity. She was dressed a unicorn. No, the word ‘dressed’ did not ‘feel’ right. She was not dressed. She was a unicorn. Another was feeling from behind as he began a more thorough self-examination of herself. A tail.

It was right at the base of her spine. Not a horsetail but not a lion tail either. But something of both. It moved a little with a thought and a great deal of effort. She was a Unicorn. There was no doubt of it

No! That was not right.

Something was ‘done’ to her. No! She was born this way. Meant to be this way.

She was getting mixed signals.

She had to prove to herself that this whole thing was either fake or real. Dream or nightmare. She bent over and was just barley able to touch the horn with ‘fingers’. It did not pop off. In fact it hurt to move it. It was actually growing out of her skull. Her horn was real. She was real. The mirror showed her in her splendor. Then a door opened. She never would have seen it was so well hidden. It blended with the wall perfectly. A woman dress in black and gray follow by a man dressed in white. A warm feeling came over her when the woman in the riding uniform came closer to her. She was important to her.

Why? She had never seen her before?

The woman knelt down and looked into her eyes. The woman had nice soft green eyes. She looked down at the white ascot and then caught sight of a button on her lapel. It was a red triangle on a blue circle background. Something in her head clicked into place. She knew the woman. She was her mistress. She would do anything for her mistress.

“Are you alright Snowflake.”

Yes, that was her name Snowflake.

And this was her mistress. Her keeper. Her protector.

Snowflake nodded yes. She tried again to say something but it hurt.

“Shhhh. Now, now. Don’t try to speak. Doctor Vetman says you will soon but not right now. You must be patient.”

She looked at the man behind her. He had a button too. A red cross on a blue background. She then knew him too. He helped her. He makes thing better.

“There, there.” Her mistress said stroking her mane. “I know. It hurts. I was so worried about you snowflake.

I was afraid I had lost your after your accident. But if you behave. We will go riding. You would like that wouldn’t you.”

Snowflake nodded her head in approval as best as she was able. Her mistress was always right and what ever her mistress wanted. She wanted.

“Dr. Vetman said you will have to restrained until you are better. You don’t want to hurt yourself do you?”

She moved her head side to side with in the limits of the collar. Mistress and the man knew what was best for her.

She rose and walked out the door.

Snowflake wanted to whimper for her to come back. But could not utter a sound. She shed a tear as the door closed.

But then when she was out of sight and door became part of the room. She felt different. Like she had been robbed of something. Like she was back to normal.

Normal?

She was a unicorn. That was a fact

But what kind. Not any unicorn she knew of. But no other image felt right. In fact it was the only image that fit was exactly the way she looked. Any alteration in her mind of what she was seemed was wrong.

Her name was Snowflake.

That was a fact.

Again somewhere in the back of her mind said that was wrong. Again nothing seemed to tell her that she had no other name than Snowflake. If she did have another name she could not remember it and it did not fit. It was not important to have another name. Snowflake was right. It was the name her mistress chose for her and she was white as Snow. It made sense.

The accident. Her mistress mentioned she had been hurt. Very badly it seemed. It must have affected her memory. She could not remember anything about the accident or about her life before it.

It must have been very bad to worry her mistress so.

Where ever she looked. Wall, ceiling, or floor. The image of her being a unicorn was undeniable and inescapable.

She lay down to sleep. She was tired. Too much thinking hurt. She needed to rest until she was better.

Her mistress said as much. She began to dream. But the dream was of a young girl with blue eye and blond hair strapped down to a table. The room was stark and gray. Another woman in green surgical robes looked at the girl on the table. Then snowflake view point switched. Now she was seeing everything from the bound girl’s viewpoint. She was no longer observing but a surreal part of the dream. “Let me go.” said the girl.

“No.” said the woman is a very flat tone. Devoid of any emotion. Rather there was stark coldness to her voice.

“What happened? Why are you doing this?” Asked the girl.

“You’re my property now.

You and your French club’s plane crash. Or rather believed to have crashed.”

She held up a newspaper.

It displayed a headline of her hometown newspaper. ‘Lost at sea. No survivors.’

Her and other picture of her class mates where shown underneath.

“I arranged for every one to be on that plane. Really. How does a girl with a ‘B’ average suddenly get a round trip to France? Private jet and mysterious benefactor. Please.

Do not insult my intelligence and what little you have of yours. Everything has happened for a reason. I now have seventeen young specimens to do as

I wish.”

“Why?” the girl cried.

“Because I can. I have wealth and power. My tastes are a bit unique. In six months you as you are now will be a dream. A figment.”

There was a slight hint of excitement in the womanize voice. Snowflake could feel the girl’s fear.

Snowflake was also afraid. Something bad was going to happen if she did not wake up. But the girl would not let her wake up. This was bad dream.

Snowflake did not want to have a bad dream. But the girl was making her have a bad dream. The girl was bad. Snowflake began to hate the girl.

“The others are being worked on now but you are going to be my showcase. I want you to know that I have the power to change your mind and body. “ “NO!” said the girl trying to free herself.

“Good. I do so love a challenge.”

Then the woman stabbed the girl with a needle.

Then the girl began to make

Snowflake see things. Bad things. Faces and places that seemed familiar but also made her head hurt. Each image brought waves of pain. Made her body hurt more.

Snowflake fought the girl. Then the image of her mistress came into her mind and she ran to it with the speed of the wind as fast as her hooves would take her. Snowflake snapped awake struggling her restraints. She tried to call out but her throat was still raw. A ghostly painful rasp of a whinny came out.

Mistress. She wanted her mistress.

Some how her cries seemed to have heard and the door magically appeared. Her mistress came in and immediately everything seemed all right. She held her head in her arms and the world seemed safe and normal. She softly hummed and fell asleep in those loving caring arms.

There was no day or night.

Time passed with out knowing how much had passed. Her mistress saw her and she marked the moments between visits as ‘days’. Snowflake yearned for the time when she could go with her mistress. The room never got dark.

Good. In the darkness bad thing come. Bad things like the girl’s dreams.

Snowflake hated that girl. She made her head hurt and she could with little effort make the girl go away by thinking of her mistress. So she made sure she thought of her mistress before she went to sleep. Her mistress would feed her with a bottle and she had to be trained to ‘go’ into another bottle whenever the mistress commanded.

It was when the lower garment was removed that she discovered that something was inserted into her from the front and rear that was attached to the garment. She did not question why such things where inside her the presence of her mistress because she was utterly dumbfound in her and Dr. Vetman presence. But they concerned her slightly for brief moment during her mistress absence. Snowflake was also introduced to her stable boy. The stable boy could wash and feed her.

But was allowed to wash and touch her only in certain places. Other places she was allowed to kick and bite him.

Her stable boy wore blue pin with a red circle. She seemed to know that meant something. The pins seemed to indicate a status. Her mistress had the highest and the stable boy the lowest. Dr Vetman was special. Her mistress remarked on how well she was doing and how she was going to have to be trained all over again.

Mistress never mentioned the accident again and it must have been very bad for it to affect Snowflake so badly. She spent the moment in between her mistress visits making her tail move and trying to stand with in the limits of her restraints. She found by standing a certain way and then bending over she could make her tail curl out of the way. It seem odd that it would do that but the fact that she could seemed to please her mistress when she showed her. There where time she wanted to ask her mistress so many things but the moment Snowflake saw her. The question just seemed to fly right out her head. Not that she had any idea how she was going to ask them. Her voice was still painfully raw and she wondered if she ever could speak. Or ever did!

As ‘time’ went by. Snowflake was allowed only for brief periods to have her fore hooves or rear hooves freed. Snowflake held her fore hooves up bent at the elbow and wrist like a prancing pony. Her mistress only her walk on all fours once and she found it uncomfortable. But she could do it. She liked being up on her hind legs.

The room never got dark so she measured time between her mistress visits.

Some day seemed shorter than others did. Snowflake spent time trying to stand or move with in the limits of her restraints. She understood the reason for them all too well. Once she had fallen asleep in her mistress arms and the evil girl came to her in her dreams. Snowflake had awaked with such a start that her horn had cut her mistress cheek.

Snowflake was horrified that she had harmed her beloved mistress. Her and Dr Vetman where very cross with her. Her mistress scolded her and if she did anything like that again. She would be punished.

She could stand well enough but walking was another matter. She had to walk up right and not on all fours as she first thought. Her fore hooves where not long enough and the reason why did not seem important. Some where in the far reaches of her mind she knew something was wrong but what was wrong was the problem. She began to accept thing as they where and not question things. But always there was that evil girl in her dreams wanting her to remember things she could not understand.

But where she looked she would see herself as a unicorn. The mirrors seemed to be placed so no matter where she looked she would be confronted with the undeniable truth of who and what she was.

As she got better being given more slack on her restraints rewarded her.

But one day she felt ill or had eaten too much from the bottle and had to go without the other bottle to catch her waste.

She found out what mistress meant by punishment and did not like it all. Her fore hooves where bound tightly behind her to where the ‘knees’ touched. Then her rear hooves where bound together and drawn tightly behind her. Then mistress connected them to her fore hooves. The tail was used wrapped around the binding of both her hooves. Then she had to lie bare breasted on a very uncomfortable blanket that itched terribly all the while having to smell her urine. She did not know how long mistress left her that way but she vowed she would burst before having to be punished that way again.

‘Days’ passed and her length of freedom was getting better. She could stand and walk quite well on her own and the evil girl did not haunt her in her dreams as she once did.

Snowflake was getting better. Dr Vetman told her so. She was also starting to eat solid foods and learn how to use a sand box for her other waste.

Mistress would let her prance around on a long lead around the room. Her hooves beat out a click clack like tempo on the mirrored floor. Her stable boy would wash her hair and brush it. Give her sponge bath but was never allow touching her in certain places. Once he got to close she kicked and bit like she was told she could. Only Dr. Vetman and her Mistress where allowed to touch her there. She also found out her mistr

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