STEP RIGHT UP AND EARN YOUR POINTS

[Naga]

breaking waves of change

Winter seemed to drag on...making out dark girl a bit more annoyed than usual. Having been used to humidity and warmth all year every year, the loss of the Jungle was taking it's toll on Naga in a slightly different way other than breaking her big heart.

She had no winter coat....none.

Shivering and at a loss of where to go, she found herself taking a path she had never seen before. This new Beqanna was all switched around and flip flopped. She had to try to relearn how to get from place to place now. So far, the path she took seemed to get a little warmer.

Her dark face, only highlighted by a diamond shaped star and bright green eyes, hung level, using her keen sense of smell to indicate there seemed to be much life that passed through here not too long ago. Fresh hoofprints lead her way. She wondered where the prints would lead her. Another common land perhaps?

Nope.

NOPE.

She was wrong.

The scenery switched fast, and the noise was incomprehensible.

Where the hell am I? What the.....WHAT THE HELL IS ON MY BACK!? WHAT THE FRICK!!! HELP!!!

This was ridiculous! Tack? She realized she was completely covered in strange straps...a metal thing in her mouth, and a cinch around her belly. But the most horrifying thing to her was the creature perched on her back like some sort of creepy hairless goblin covered in weird colorful fabrics!!

Naga went into a full on frenzy of bucks and squeals. Attempting to get this freaking horrifying thing off her back. But, of course, another mutated looking hairless thing that stood on two legs took hold of her face and tried to man handle her around.

This pissed her off. She roared loudly pinning her jet black ears back and snapping at the mutant two legged freak with barred teeth. It made a loud noise and spoke in a language she didn't understand. The thing on her back slapped her rump with a piece of long leather, making a loud snap.

WELL I NEVER!!!!!

She was appalled beyond reason. What the hell was going on. Soon she noticed other horses...they smelled of Beqanna...it was then she realized she had been brought into this world by the fairies....the same damned fairies that stripped her of her home and panther shifting ability.

Oh hell no.... she growled...not pleased with this one bit. She knew this was their way of letting them duke it out for their traits back. A voice sounded, one she could understand.

"Alright racers....it's post time!!!! Welcome to the qualifying race for the Breeder's Cup!! You want to earn your traits back??? Well you better show us you are worthy of them!"

With that she noticed the two legged mutants were leading her and the others into a long line of metal shoots...

Hell no...they do NOT expect me to fit into that thing!?! I want to talk to the manager!!!! WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS DAMN IT!??!

They soon were shoved in and locked inside. Her chubby barrel barely fit through the cramped space. She began to panic, all the sounds of the others slamming into the bars and shrieking as well as the sound of the crowd of mutants in the stands. Her ears were on a swivel, her green eyes blazing with fear and confusion. She could fell the thing on top of her tighten it's grip on her. It felt like being attacked by a predator....she would know. She was one.

Suddenly a bell rang and gate in front of her blasted open. Her instincts kicked in and she made a flying leap of of the shoot. Her hooves hit the dirt hard as she barreled down the stretch. The thing on top of her smacked her again with the leather whip and yanked on the straps attached to the metal bar in her mouth, pushing her forward even faster. She was not a very big mare...height wise...so she could only go so fast with such a compact body and big belly. She has her father to thank for the pony-like features...

The thundering of hooves and the screams from the mutants surrounded her, making her want to run even faster. She kept up well with the group and even felt she was seeming to push forward past some of them. Hopefully she could be fast enough to manage to fly by all of them or at least get in with the front runners. She barreled on, each stride pushing harder than the last. The wind in her face felt good and a bit of competitiveness filled her...and it began...the smack talk.

Hey!!! Yeah you over there!!! Like being beat by a mare!?!?
OUT OF THE WAY!!! HEFTY MARE COMING THROUGH!! MOVE YOUR ASSES OVER!!!
You like dirt? CUZ YOU'RE GONNA EAT IT SON!!!!
BYE FELICIA!!!!!!

They blew around the last turn and started down the home stretch, the mutant crowd roared louder. the mutant on her back smacked her harder, she pinned her ears but kept running. She could see the wire...she needed to push faster....and faster....ignoring the competition now, she was only focused on crossing the finish line....flashes of light blinded her as she closed in, she could hear cheering now, the creature on her back patting her on the neck and making noises.

Did she do it!?!? Did she win?!? Did she get third, fourth, or fifth??? Or did she die down and lose completely....she didn't know....but she hoped the announcer would give her her answer...and if so...MAYBE THAT WOULD MEAN THIS NASTY THING WOULD GET OFF HER AND STOP SEXUALLY ASSAULTING HER RUMP!!! Gross pervy thing....get the frick out...

Naga