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- >”Penispenispenispenispenispenispenis-“
- >”P-penis?”
- >God, you feel like a molester.
- >”Yeah, that’s how you call your friends!”
- >”Gee, thanks, mister!”
- >Initiate trollface.
- >The filly goes over to her friends.
- >“Hey guys! Penis!”
- >They literally roll on the ground.
- >Your sides won’t stop aching.
- >The filly comes back to you, giving you a sharp jab on the leg.
- >”Anon, I swear I will-“
- >You place your hand under her front legs, and hold her up.
- >”You will what?” You give a playful smile.
- >She eventually gives up, and laughs with you.
- >Ah, freaking Applebloom.
- >Such a good little sister.
- >Well, not technically, but you are sort of her caretaker now.
- >”Uhm, Anon, I got to go now.” She motions her leg backwards.
- >”Oh yeah, sure.” You let her down on the ground again, only to see the little filly run over to her friends again.
- >You place your hands on your hips, proudly watching over.
- >They grow up so fast.
- >Penises too, but this is too touchy-feely to include that.
- >You sit on the bench again, watching over the fillies play.
- >”So, you like fillies too?”
- >Some bum sits next to you.
- >You shudder.
- >”You see that one with the red hair? Nice ass.” The bum points.
- >You slowly back away.
- >”Dude, that’s my sister.”
- >The bum looks at you.
- >”So?”
- >You grab him by the neck and fling him over the bench.
- >The colt flies over the hedge behind the bench, and lands in a secluded clearing.
- >You step in.
- >You flick your right wrist, revealing a weapon.
- >You always kept it safely there, just in case…
- >Scalpels are oh so easy to come across, and their sharpness is heavily looked down upon.
- >How are those doctors going to slice through that flesh?
- >The bum regains his ground, ready.
- >”I’m getting that sweet ass, and you can’t stop me!”
- >You shudder again.
- >Christ.
- >He rams at you, but you leap out of the way.
- >You grab his jaw and hold it up.
- >His body curves upward, following the jaw.
- >You hold your scalpel, placing on the far left of the pony’s neck.
- >Without hesitation, you quickly cut through, slicing it open like butter.
- >You hold his jaw shut, not letting any noise out.
- >You hold him in this position for a while, letting all the blood run out.
- >You then push the lifeless body down, making sure to hide it under the bush.
- >The smell will tell it all.
- >At least his coat became a good towel.
- >You dump some dirt over the body, hiding it only a little.
- >Well, your collars are a bit stained, nothing much.
- >”Anon!” You hear Applebloom calling out.
- >Time out.
- >You jump out of the hedge.
- >You take a relaxed position, and point at your sister-for-a-day.
- >”Sup?”
- >”What were you doing behind that hedge, Anon?”
- >Well, shit.
- >”I was uh-“
- >She starts to giggle.
- >This might turn to your favor.
- >”Were you-“
- >”YES”
- >You put a finger on your lips telling to shush.
- >You smile under that finger.
- >She smiles back.
- >”Oh-kay, Anon.” She covers her lips with her hoof.
- >You nod, and get back to your seat.
- >You dust off the dirt on your hands.
- >God, you hate dust.
- >You are much more relaxed now, whistling.
- >Today was a good day.
- >You walk your little sister back home, as the sun sets in the background.
- >You notice a rather shady pony looking at you, and once he made eye contact, he waves his leg.
- >”Applebloom, you know way back home, right?”
- >She nods.
- >”Anon, are you going off to play cards again?”
- >You look away, smiling.
- >”Maybe.”
- >”Alright boys, put ‘em up.”
- >You glance over your hand.
- >A pair of kings, not bad.
- >The fifth card comes up.
- >It’s a king.
- >You smirk and push all of your bits to the center.
- >The ponies seem rather hesitant.
- >One jack ass goes all in as well.
- >The rest follows.
- >Ah yes, the glorious ‘Domino Effect’.
- >Time to show your cards.
- >You have triples.
- >The rest weren’t even trying.
- >You chuckle, hugging the pile of money to yourself.
- >You might buy Applebloom a new book with this.
- >Or a freaking car.
- >You quickly put in the bits inside your backpack, and you stand to head off.
- >”Hey, hold on a minute.”
- >You turn.
- >Somepony’s butthurt.
- >”I don’t think you played fair.” He says.
- >”Well, I think, you are an idiot.”
- >You wave him off.
- >Two big guards block your path.
- >”I think you should give me back my money, cheater.” The pony is coming closer.
- >You feel for your wrist.
- >Maybe you can negotiate.
- >”Hold on.” You face the idiot.
- >The rest of the players know what will happen. They’re just waiting for it.
- >”Maybe we can work this out.” You smile.
- >The show-off raises a brow.
- >You face one of the guard.
- >”Could you, sir, move the fuck away?”
- >He laughs at you.
- >The other follows.
- >The bumps you rather hard, knock you back.
- >Jimmies rustled.
- >”Oh, how genius.” You give a slow clap.
- >”Assuming, of course, you can spell, ‘genius’.”
- >You come closer.
- >You flick your wrist.
- >”Then, you might find this hilarious.”
- >You, being the taller, faster human you are, grab the top of the guard’s mouth, and jam the scalpel into it.
- >It goes all the way through, cutting you a bit.
- >Dammit.
- >The other guard flinches in response.
- >You flick your other wrist.
- >You jab another scalpel into the guard’s eye, digging in deep.
- >To say he was in pain was an understatement.
- >You turn to the other guard.
- >He is on the ground, whimpering.
- >You step on his stomach, leaning down.
- >You pull out the scalpel.
- >”Don’t.”
- >”Hit.”
- >”Me.”
- >You kick the idiot on the face.
- >You turn to the show-off.
- >He’s already trying to run away.
- >You raise your hand a bit back.
- >Like a pitcher.
- >You let it fly frontward, sending the knife flying.
- >It lodges right on the skull, and the pony goes limp.
- >You sigh.
- >You take out fifty bits.
- >You throw it to the ponies.
- >”You know what to do.”
- >They nod.
- >One of them, Derpy, waves you goodbye.
- >You’re in good mood again.
- >You give a smile, as if nothing happened.
- >You need new scalpels.
- >You still have this bag full of bits.
- >So not all is lost.
- >Before you head home, you visit the Ponyville hospital.
- >A familiar doctor welcomes you.
- >”Ah, Anon! Great to see you again.”
- >You shrug.
- >”Need more? Coming up.”
- >Soon you have ten nicely polished scalpels waiting for you.
- >”I never saw anyone who enjoyed cutting apples so accurately.”
- >You shrug again, much more good-mannered.
- >You hand him twenty bits.
- >”Say, doc.” He turns to you again.
- >”Yes, how may I assist you, Anon?”
- >”Do you happen to know where the nearest toy store is?”
- >You come home late again, whistling.
- >Applejack throws a disdaining look at you, and goes to her room.
- >You don’t mind her.
- >She may know your ‘evenings’ but she is nice enough to let you stay over.
- >You kiss Granny Smith a good night.
- >Big Mac is already snoring.
- >You go into Applebloom’s room.
- >You place a gift box next to her bed.
- >”Goodnight.” You whisper.
- >You go back to your room, which you shared with Big Mac.
- >”Tiring day, eh, McKenzie?”
- >”Eeyup.” Looks like he’s not asleep.
- >”So, Anon, what ‘cha got for mah sister?”
- >”Just a new toy.
- >”Look, feller, I don’t know-“
- >”It’s not like that, Mac.”
- >There is a pause.
- >”She just reminds me so much.”
- >”Of whom?”
- >You pause.
- >There is the smell of burning hair around you.
- >There are cries and screams everywhere.
- >The flames- you never expected them to have ringing noises.
- >You lay on your seat, clutching your side.
- >You glance over it, only to pull back in disbelief.
- >A large metal rod hangs out of your body.
- >There is bloody hole, and you can feel your life ebb away.
- >You glance over to your daughter.
- >She’s resting her head on you; at least she’s still breathing.
- >You hear her cry.
- >Funny.
- >Just a while ago, she was so excited to see New York.
- >You hold onto her tight.
- >She is now awake, sobbing in fear.
- >You coo her and try to calm her down, but she’s crying harder.
- >”Are we dead yet, Dad?” She asks, holding her brilliant eye to you.
- >She has her mother’s eyes.
- >You cough, and you give her the same smile you always given her.
- >”No, no. We’re going to be fine.”
- >You heave your breath.
- >”We’re going to be in New York. We’re fine.”
- >You hold her close.
- >You feel it coming.
- “Start spreading the news,” You start.
- “I'm leaving today.”
- >You cough.
- “I want to be a part of it,”
- “New York, New York.”
- >She joins in now.
- >You can see the broken round glasses, the lined seats.
- >Your burning plane.
- “These vagabond shoes are longing to stray”
- “Right through the very heart of it,”
- “New York, New York.”
- “I wanna to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep”
- “and find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.”
- “If I can make it there,”
- “I'll make it anywhere.”
- “It's up to you, New York,”
- “New York.”
- >She sounds just like Polly Scattergood.
- [Author’s note; frame of reference: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TK9NxIiLZGk or any other relevant materials]
- >You close your eyes.
- >You always wanted to go to New York.
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