“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.”

Genetics, I hate genetics.

It sure sucks that, that is all Stable 13 is about.  Breeding to genetic superiority.   Phase out any defective or unpleasant genes from the herd.

If you are a strong and handsome stallion you are pared with the prettiest and most elegant of mares.  It is all decided by the Overmare from birth who you will eventually breed with; all based on superficial physical traits that, honestly, are pointless for life in a stable.

Now you may be wondering what happens if you are deemed undesirable.  What happens to those who are born too short, too tall, and even too fat or with some other birth defect and thus don’t fit the Overmare’s golden standard?  Well, then you aren’t allowed to breed.

They have the audacity to deny sex to any mare or stallion that are deemed undesirable.  Sure the undesirables of Stable 13 still breed, some even bare fillies and colts.

Such unsanctioned breeding is forbidden; if an undesirable couple breeds a child and it is discovered by the Overmare then the couple is executed right in front of their child.

The child is then evaluated, like any other foal, to determine if they fit the twisted gold standard.  Some pass and are adopted into a desirable family that may not be able to bare a child for one reason or another, but most don’t and are forced to live as an orphan in the undesirable portion of Stable 13, the maintenance level.

I guess it is ironic that in a stable of such an unlucky number, your worth is based on the dumb luck of how your parent’s genetics combined to form you.

I was privileged enough to be born to a sanctioned, desirable family.  The Overmare and a buck named Luscious are officially my parents oddly enough, but I don’t get to live the privileged life in the stable.

Why?  Well, because I was deemed undesirable at birth.

My own mother disowned me no less than a minute after I came into this world all because my coat clashed with my mane.  In the twisted ideal of beauty set forth by my own mother a pale green coat clashes with a lavender mane.

Okay, maybe that is a bad combination, but that is no reason to disown a child.

Like I said, I hate genetics.

***  ***  ***

A drop of water from a leaky pipe hit my forehead.  I opened my eyes and stared at the network of pipes in the darkness above my head.  Not that I was really sleeping; the lumpy mattress felt like it was stuffed with rocks–no rocks would be more comfortable.  It also didn’t help that the mattress was on the floor.

I brushed the drip away with my hoof and noticed the brown murky color.  With a scowl I dared smell the water that was now on my hoof.

“Luna and Celestia gang rape my nostrils with your horns!”  I screamed trying not puke at the stench of manure.

“Clash, what’s wrong?” the raspy voice of a stallion said from across the room.

Did I fail to mention that undesirables are named based on the feature most undesirable?  Well, they are.

Most go by a different name when conversing with other undesirables, but Clash Coat isn’t a terrible name.  Although Clash sounds more fitting of a buck than a mare, I really felt no need to change it.

“Sorry to wake you Short Tail.”  I said apologetically, “There appears to be a leaky sewage pipe right above my mattress.  I’m going to go shower to remove the vile sent from my face and hoof.”

Short Tail mumbled “Ok.” and went back to sleep.

As I walked out of the water filtration room that served as Short Tail and my sleeping quarters, I felt kind of bad for accidentally waking him up; he never seemed to get a break.  Between fixing things for the stuck up desirables and caring for me like I was his own, he really could have used the sleep I had unintentionally robbed from him.

I trotted quietly down the hall to the dingy bathroom that was for the undesirables.

I looked into the dimly lit room.  The cracked tiles lining the floor and walls didn’t look welcoming at all.  Not to mention that there was a thin puddle of yellowish brown water coating the floor.

I grimaced at the thought of having to wash in such a dirty bathroom.  I never felt truly clean after a shower in there.

I glanced down at my tattered, old pipbuck with a UD etched into the metal below the display.  The time read 3:00am.  

None of the desirables would be up at this hour.  I thought to myself as I turned away from the undesirable’s bathroom.  I wouldn’t get caught showering in the their bathroom at this hour.

***  ***  ***

The desirable’s bathroom was much clearer, partially due to Patchy Fur and Half Blind cleaning it on a daily basis.  The tile floor and walls looked as if Stable-Tech had just installed them moments before I entered, though a few tiles here and there had a crack or 2.

All the lights worked.  So the entire room was illuminated with a bright white glow.

I walked over to the shower section and turned on the faucet.  The water pressure was much stronger than the showers I was used to.  The warm water felt good as it ran down my back.  I washed my forehead and hoof, and then just closed my eyes and let the water wash over me.

***  ***  ***

I must have dosed off because when I opened my eyes the whole bathroom was full of thick steam.

I heard hoofsteps walking into the shower and froze.

“Sweetie Pie, is that you?” a mare’s voice called out, “It is me, Golden Glow.”

“Mmhm.” I answered meekly; I really didn’t want to get caught.

“Oh you naughty mare, you.  Filling the bathroom with steam so no one can see the fun we are having in here.”  Golden Glow teased moving closer.

I was frozen with fear.  I knew some mares, and even some stallions, that secretly messed around with the same gender because they weren’t satisfied with their designated mate.  I never knew they would do stuff so out in the open

That wasn’t what terrified me.  Since I was an undesirable, I had never had intercourse of any kind–not counting masturbation, of course.  I wasn’t sure if I was into mares or bucks.  I strangely wanted Golden Glow to continue thinking I was Sweetie Pie to know what it was like to be with somepony besides my own hoof.

I was afraid because it was my first time.

I felt Golden Glow’s hot breath on my plot, even in the warmth of the steam.  I prayed to Celestia that there was enough steam to hide my clashing coat and mane.

“You ready?” she purred in a seductive whisper.

I nodded.  Then realized she probably couldn’t see me very well through the steam and managed to whisper a “yes” in return.

Without another word she began.

OH, FUCK YES!  This felt fantastic!  I couldn’t have gotten such pleasure from my own hoof.  Clearly this was not her first rodeo.

I put my right front hoof on the wall above the faucet to prevent from falling over as the sensations forced me to arch my back slightly.  I didn’t want her to stop.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” came the muffled voice of Golden Glow, “Studson is a lucky buck.”

“What about Studson?” came a soft voice from the other side of the bathroom.

The sensations from my privates ceased at once and I felt flushed.  I looked around the room.  In the orgasmic moments before, I had accidentally turned off the water and the steam was beginning to dissipate.

My mouth and throat were suddenly dry, my cheeks bright red.  I nervously glanced back to the ginger coated unicorn with a blond mane, and a gold bar cutie mark, standing, tongue still out, by my flank.

My dark green and violet argyle pattern and knitting needles cutie mark inches from her face.

Her eyes were wide with shock, but they soon narrowed with anger.

“Y–you undesirable pervert! You–you tricked me!”  She sputtered angrily.

I was at a loss for words.  I had tricked her and I hated myself for it, but the sensations felt so good.  My face felt hot.  I just watched the slow stream of water trickle down the drain.

I tried to slowly move away, but I couldn’t because Golden had me in her telekinetic grasp.

“Oh, no you don’t, you filth.” Golden said through clenched teeth, “You’re not going anywhere until the Overmare hears of your crimes.”

Sometimes I really hated being an earth pony.

I panicked; I really wasn’t in the mood to confront my estranged mother this morning–or ever for that matter.   So I bucked my back legs towards her.  I was just close enough to her head and my hooves made contact with her smug face.  She fell backwards against the wall unconscious.

Her magic imploded, dropping me to the tile floor with a thud.

“Golden!” shrieked the white earth pony with a baby blue mane and a slice of pie as a cutie mark, most likely Sweetie Pie, who was standing on the other side of the bathroom.

She galloped past me to her mistress.

I slowly got up.  My pipbuck flashed a warning about a sprained hoof, but I ignored it.  I had to get out of there, now.  Not just the bathroom, but also this whole Celestia damned stable.

I didn’t care what the punishment for an undesirable sexually assaulting a desirable was–though it was technically consensual.  Whatever lied beyond the stable door had to be better than the life inside this stable.  It had to be!

As I hobbled out of the bathroom, my nether region still tingling slightly, I heard Sweetie Pie say, “It will be ok Golden.  I don’t think ugly is contagious.” through high pitched sobs.

***  ***  ***

The entire stable security force cornered me just down the hall from the stable door.  It consisted of 8 strong, handsome, unicorn stallions and 3 stunning, earth pony mares.  I couldn’t fight my way out through them.

Though the 11 of them were chosen to be security they didn’t wear the security barding and didn’t seem comfortable holding a gun to a pony.  I wasn’t in any position to see how good they actually were with their weapons.

Other ponies looked on through open doors.

The security ponies parted as the Overmare walked through the crowd to look directly at me.  Her lavender coat, her silver-white mane, and large diamond cutie mark looked as perfect as they always have been, as she stared down at me.  Her pale blue eyes looking into mine.

Her eyes were the only evidence that she was my mom because my eyes were the same pale blue, beyond that we looked nothing alike.

“Hi, mom.” I neighed, trying to sound confident.

There were some shocked and angry murmurs from the crowd.  My mom just scowled at me.  Her stare so intense it was as if she was trying to set me on fire with her mind.

“You have no right to call me your mother.”  She barked sternly, “You are undesirable, no daughter of mine would have such a mismatched color scheme.  You barely deserve to be in my presence.  You are the scum of this stable and a delinquent scum at that.”

I felt my eyes burn as I held back tears.  I thought I was over the betrayal of my mother abandoning me.  I guess some scars never heal.  I tried to think of something else to prevent the water works.

“Being out after curfew, trespassing in a desirable only area, Sexual assault and battery of a desirable mare…” She began listing my charges.

I wasn’t really listening.  I was trying to think of happier thoughts.  All the fun times growing up being cared for by Short Tail, the day I got my cutie mark after knitting a blanket in an argyle pattern, laughing and playing with the other abandoned foals, then finally the feelings of happiness I felt as Golden Glow had pleasured me.

I was so lost in happy thoughts that I hadn’t noticed the Overmare, the security ponies and the onlookers staring at me with surprised faces.

“What?  Is there something in my teeth?” I joked.

I glanced down at my pipbuck, it still said I had a sprained hoof, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.  My pale green coat was glowing.  Not glowing per say; it was more shining.  It was as if my body was made of crystal.  Even my mane was shining.

I took a step towards my mother and the guards.  They took a step back in awe of my majestic shine.

One of the security mares accidentally dropped her pistol from her mouth.  It bounced and landed by my hooves.  I was beginning to take notice of the shift in power in this scenario.

“Now,” I said, regaining my confidence, “I’m going to calmly walk out that stable door.  If anyone tries to stop me, they will get shot.”

I picked up the pistol in my mouth and walked through the crowd.  They parted as I walked.  Some of them were fearful of my strange shine; others were dumbstruck by its brilliance.  Once through the crowd I turned back to face them and spat out the gun.

“Look on the bright side,” I said solemnly, directing the statement at the Overmare, “One less undesirable to deal with.”

I swear I saw just a hint of sadness in her eyes as I said it.  I guessed she did care about me, just a little.  Too bad she chose a bad time to show it.

I put the gun back in my mouth and begun walking to the door.

***  ***  ***

Footnotes:

Clash Coat:

Strength - 6

Perception - 7

Endurance - 4

Charisma - 6

Intelligence - 4

Agility - 4

Luck - 9

Tagged Skills:

Lock picking

Science

Repair

Traits:

Stable Born - You were born in a stable and thus are ignorant to the ways of the wastes.  Your intelligence is decreased by -2 points permanently.  Though your Luck gets +1 and science skill gets +10.

Wild Wasteland - Wild Wasteland unleashes the most bizarre and silly elements of post-apocalyptic Equestria. Not for the faint of heart or the serious of temperament.

Level up

New Perk added: Silver Tongue - +6 speech when talking to sompony for the first time.

New Quest:

Ballad of a Crystal Pony - Look for any information in the wasteland on the mysterious glowing ability you have.

Faction Status:

Stable 13 – Vilified