FP Riffs 8: Punishment
Fallen Prime: Hey, guys. I took a quick detour from “Rarity’s Generous Plan” to do a thing with NaturalGlitch here. Say hi to the nice people, Glitch.
NaturalGlitch: Hi to the nice people, Glitch! Am I funny now?
FP: Well, our target is a rather short one. Today we look at “Punishment,” a mercifully brief torture fic in which Trixie pays for her crimes against humanity Ponyville.
NG: You can find the un-riffed version here. Why would anyone even want to anyway? Whatever.
NaturalGlitch: Hi to the nice people, Glitch! Am I funny now?
FP: Well, our target is a rather short one. Today we look at “Punishment,” a mercifully brief torture fic in which Trixie pays for her crimes against humanity Ponyville.
NG: You can find the un-riffed version here. Why would anyone even want to anyway? Whatever.
Anon: Oh, what does this weapon do? And this one? And this one--
Fallen Prime: STOP THAT! Just because Pinkie locked the two of us in my armory - AGAIN in my case - doesn’t mean you’re allowed to touch all my shit!
Anon: But I’m not touching your shit, I’m touching your weapons... Hey, what does this button do?
Fallen: It drives me to murder your parents unless you don’t touch it.
Anon: (thinks about for a while) Hmm~... nah. But what about this--
(Suddenly, the TV blips back on.)
Pinkie Pie: (from TV) Finally, I found the right button. Alright, are you two ready?
Fallen: As I’ll ever be.
Anon: Well, I actually don’t--
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) Great! Your victim this time is “Punishment,” a story so bad that its original author gave up on it!
Fallen: ...you said ORIGINAL author.
Dash: Yeah. Some other poor sap picked it up and finished it.
Anon: That sounds... horribly idiotic.
Fallen: I’m just surprised anyone would WANT to pick it back up.
Anon: Maybe it’s so good that the masses demanded it to be finished?
Fallen: Don’t worry. Once you’re in the game long enough, you’ll learn to let go of that pointless optimism.
Dash: When you girls are done kissing, we’ve got a fanfic for you to riff on.
Fallen: ...I get why you called Anny a girl-
Anon: Hey!
Fallen: -but why me? And why specify girls? Is there something you’re not telling us, Rainbow Dash?
Dash: What? NO! Why can’t I crack a joke without it being turned on me like that?
Fallen: Because it’s me.
Anon: This delaying tactic works wonders, doesn’t it?
Fallen: I can drag a break on for a long time if I want to. But now that you said that-
Pinkie: Now that you said that, I think it’s time to start the story!
Fallen: -you broke it. Thanks a ton.
Anon: (sheepish smile) Oops...
(Buzzer sounds)
Fallen and Anon: We’ve got story sign!
Fallen Prime: STOP THAT! Just because Pinkie locked the two of us in my armory - AGAIN in my case - doesn’t mean you’re allowed to touch all my shit!
Anon: But I’m not touching your shit, I’m touching your weapons... Hey, what does this button do?
Fallen: It drives me to murder your parents unless you don’t touch it.
Anon: (thinks about for a while) Hmm~... nah. But what about this--
(Suddenly, the TV blips back on.)
Pinkie Pie: (from TV) Finally, I found the right button. Alright, are you two ready?
Fallen: As I’ll ever be.
Anon: Well, I actually don’t--
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) Great! Your victim this time is “Punishment,” a story so bad that its original author gave up on it!
Fallen: ...you said ORIGINAL author.
Dash: Yeah. Some other poor sap picked it up and finished it.
Anon: That sounds... horribly idiotic.
Fallen: I’m just surprised anyone would WANT to pick it back up.
Anon: Maybe it’s so good that the masses demanded it to be finished?
Fallen: Don’t worry. Once you’re in the game long enough, you’ll learn to let go of that pointless optimism.
Dash: When you girls are done kissing, we’ve got a fanfic for you to riff on.
Fallen: ...I get why you called Anny a girl-
Anon: Hey!
Fallen: -but why me? And why specify girls? Is there something you’re not telling us, Rainbow Dash?
Dash: What? NO! Why can’t I crack a joke without it being turned on me like that?
Fallen: Because it’s me.
Anon: This delaying tactic works wonders, doesn’t it?
Fallen: I can drag a break on for a long time if I want to. But now that you said that-
Pinkie: Now that you said that, I think it’s time to start the story!
Fallen: -you broke it. Thanks a ton.
Anon: (sheepish smile) Oops...
(Buzzer sounds)
Fallen and Anon: We’ve got story sign!
Punishment
Anon: Somehow, I feel that this is aptly named.
“Let me go at once!” The blue unicorn pony exclaimed. “I am the Great and Powerful Trixie and I demand that you
Anon: “ - scratch my nose this instant! It’s itchy!”
Fallen: Those indents are MASSIVE.
MMMPHHH!” Her sentence cut short from a hoof pressing down on top of her snout. Dirt and grass filled her mouth and nostrils as she tried to breath.
Fallen: But as it’s physically impossible to breath, she accepted her fate and suffocated.
“That’ll be enough outa you, you gall darn braggert!” Applejack had enough of this blue bitch,
Anon: You’d think that I would be mad about the immediate OOC, but considering what’s going to happen...
and had more than a little anger after being humiliated in front of everypony. “And don’t even think of using none of that bullpucky you call magic, or my friends and I might have to get a little rough with ya!”
Anon: “We’re going to tickle you until you gasp for air!”
Fallen: She should be able to magic herself out of it. And probably magic the crap out of anyone who tries to mess with her afterwards. She’s nowhere near as good as Twilight, but she’s still damn good with magic.
Anon: Funny you bring Twilight up...
She said, pressing Trixie’s nose harder into the ground.
Fallen: BAD Trixie! Look at this mess you made! Don’t do it again!
The ropes holding her front hooves to the stakes were tightened by another pony, while more and more ponies gathered around to watch the outsider receive punishment for her actions.
Anon: They even turned her hair green, those animals!
“You sure made a mess of our town,
Fallen: No, the Ursa Minor did. And it was Snips and Snails that brought it into town.
Anon: Sure, Trixie being a braggart was the catalyst to that situation, but still, yeah.
and I’m afraid that it would only be fair if we had the chance to deliver an equal amount of justice, ” Twilight looked down on the restrained and angry pony.
Anon: *cough* - The parasprite incident - *cough*
“The misuse of magic is intolerable in the Princess’s eyes,
Anon: When did that happen? Is this a sequel to something? Like that one where Trixie used her magic to make these tentacles that--
Fallen: Yeah, stop. And I think Twilight would’ve been FUCKED after the Want It Need It spell if Princess Celestia cared that much.
and we would do her a disservice just to let you run out of here without teaching you a lesson.”
Fallen: “Now then. When a stallion and a mare love each other very, very much...”
Anon: Pinkie brought over dolls for the explanation.
“I say you let me drag her on up to the clouds, and drop her! See if she can magic herself out of that!” Rainbow Dash joked, possibly.
Anon: It better have been. I mean, I don’t like Trixie either, but still, that’s uncalled for completely.
“Then she can appreciate what a true pony can do!”
Fallen: So this story is pro-pegasus propaganda?
“Now Dash, there’s no need to behave like a ruffian,
Anon: Considering what’s about to happen... Yeah.
lest we become uncivilized and lower ourselves to her level.” Rarity was still working on her hair, which was still an unpleasant shade of blue-green,
Fallen: I think it was already fixed by the time Twilight dealt with the Ursa. Nice continuity, story!
Anon: Who bothers to check what actually happens in the show first?
but she had managed to straighten it back into shape.
Anon: She straightened it into curls?
“Fine, but I still say she could do with a little taste of her own medicine.” Dash said as she turned away.
Fallen: Then use magic! “Her own medicine” was twisting everypony’s challenges with her magic!
Anon: Well, they tied her up like she did Applejack, so twirl her around and dye her hair already.
“AJ, ” Twilight said in a disapproving voice, “Let her breathe. She’s gonna need her lungs here in a minute.” Applejack reluctantly took her hoof off of Trixie’s snout, letting the blue unicorn gasp for air, but she didn’t take her eyes off of her.
Anon: No matter how hard she tried, Applejack couldn’t take her eyes off the azure coated mare-- (the doors open up to reveal Applejack.) What th-- (Applejack saunters over to Anon and kicks him in the stomach, which Anon clutches as he falls to the floor.) Ow...
Fallen: Thanks, AJ.
Applejack: No problem, Fallen. Take care of yerself now!
Apple Bloom walked up, followed by a very large and somewhat disinterested red male pony.
“Ah brought big brother like you said sis, but he ain’t too thrilled about bein’ a part o’ none o’ this!”
Fallen: I JUST got out of “Rarity’s Generous Plan...”
“Well, he oughta be.
Anon: No he shouldn’t, and neither should any of you!
In fact, he should be counting his lucky starts to be invited to our little party here,”
Anon: He doesn’t get out much, the poor guy.
Applejack said, still with an angry tone, but with a sly smile on her face. “It’s not everyday a big man like himself gets to be introduced to a filly with such a lovely little mouth.”
Anon: Well, I do like how she rolls her ‘R’s.
Fallen: That’s creepy and I’m unnerved by being this close to you.
“WHAT! What’s going on here! What are you ponies gonna do with me?!?” Trixie screamed, struggling to free herself.
Anon: “We’re going to force you to read fanfiction! Mwa-ha-ha-ha ha~!”
Fallen: Oh, like that’s a plausible thing that could happen.
Her front hooves were tied to the ground,
Anon: How? How do you tie the ground?
Fallen: With effort.
and the rope was holding her chest and neck down as well. She tried pulling herself loose with her rear legs, until she realized what kind of compromising position she was putting herself in. “No, NO NOOOO! You can’t be serious! I’m sorry! I just wanted to put on a show!
Anon: “And I wanted to bully and humiliate anypony on stage and show my complete superiority and... I’m not helping my case, am I?”
Fallen: The least you could do is not make her look worse than the story is.
I didn’t want to really hurt anypony or damage anything! If those two idiots hadn’t brought that Ursa Major...”
“Minor, it was just an Ursa Minor,”
Anon: Just? Just?!
Fallen: Dick move, correcting the factual errors of the mare you’re about to have raped.
Snails reluctantly said. “Besides, I thought you could handle it no prob!”
Fallen: Speaking of rape, why is Snails there!?
“Well, apparently she wasn’t up to the task, Darling. But we shall give her another chance to handle something, say, just as large!”
Anon: “Let’s see if she can eat all these pies in the allowed time! You’ll be competing against Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack.”
Rarity winked at Big Macintosh, who just rolled his eyes. He really wasn’t interested in doling out the punishment in front of everyone,
Anon: Then why are you?
and especially not in front of Fluttershy, who was watching from behind a tree. He knew she had a bit of a crush on him,
Anon: Despite those two never even talked or even looked at each other...
Fallen: Trust me, I’ve seen much worse FlutterMac.
even though she was too shy to say anything about it. Truthfully, just about every girl pony around had a crush on him,
Anon: Keep telling yourself that buddy. It took that love poison incident for Cheerilee to even notice you.
Fallen: And what about all the taken ones?
and some weren’t as discreet about their affections. He looked down at Trixie, who was still struggling to free herself, her magic being kept in check by Rarity and Twilight,
Fallen: ...how?
as she turned around to look at him. A look of pleading and terror was on her face, and it was just about too much for his soft heart to bear.
Anon: It’s almost like this is the wrong thing to do or something. Weird.
“Ah jeez, big brother! Will ya just get on with it already!?” Applejack yelled. “You’re just about as mushy as a week ole apple in the sun!”
Fallen: Why are you encouraging this!?
Anon: “Why aren’t you violatin’ that there mare for our amusement?”
“Ah s’pose we can’t jus’ change the sentence ta community service?” Big Macintosh asked quietly.
Anon: Actually, yeah, that sounds like a much better idea. It even makes sense.
A glare from Applejack answered him.
Fallen: The ultimate But Thou Must glare.
Anon: It must’ve been super effective.
“Well, fine. Ah was jus’ suggestin’...” The stallion ambled up behind where Trixie was held down, rear dangling in the air... enticingly.
Anon: Somepony drew a silly face on there.
Despite his personal feelings, he felt himself growing ever-so-slightly aroused.
Fallen: Way to be sensitive to the mare who’s crushing on you.
Anon: “Just keep thinkin’ it’s Ms. Smartypants...”
Her look was one of terror, and pleading, and he forced himself to ignore it. Sighing one last time, he placed his front hooves gently onto her rump and reared up.
Fallen: Observe, here, the evils of peer pressure.
“NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE, BY CELESTIA, NOOOOOO!” screamed Trixie
Anon: “Oh, okay then.” Then they set Trixie free and threw a party for her.
on seeing his massive organ.
Fallen: It was the biggest esophagus she’d ever seen!
Anon: Who knew Big Mac was a piano player?
She bucked more, trying her damnedest to get out, and the struggling excited Big Macintosh even more.
Anon: Big Mac thought this was a wrestling match as he picked her up and body slammed her.
His instincts taking over, he snorted, and positioned himself to penetrate her comparatively delicate orifice.
Fallen: I’m just not escaping Mac rape today, am I.
Anon: Why is he aiming at her ear?
By now, she was a complete madpony, gnashing her teeth, screaming, and trying as hard as she could to escape.
Anon: She even tried passing gas, but Big Mac was into that unfortunately.
With his weight on her hindquarters to prevent her kicking, though,
Fallen: She could lift one and support herself on the other. Not rocket surgery.
and the ropes tying down her front hooves and head, she could do nothing but squirm enticingly.
Fluttershy watched as this happened, now shaking herself, ‘safe’ behind a tree. As Big Macintosh climbed up on the Formerly-Great and No-Longer-Powerful Trixie,
Fallen: Clever.
she slipped behind the tree, unable to watch any longer.
Anon: Even she was bored.
She had seen him... actually getting excited by this. Until she had lost her nerve, she saw reluctance disappear bit by bit as he settled in to... to-
Fallen: The thought was never finished, however, because Ponyville promptly exploded.
Anon: Righteous fire! Righteous fire‼
A horrifying squeal, like a wounded animal, erupted from behind the her tree.
Fallen: Not sure if grammatical error or Fluttertree reference.
Anon: Yes.
Fluttershy cringed and refused to follow her instincts to see if it was a cute little creature that she could help... she knew better.
Anon: “Trixie is kinda pretty, but I don’t see it.”
A tear rolled unbidden down her face, both out of pity for the filly now being violated-- and for some other reason, something she couldn’t explain.
Fallen: It’s called betrayal, ‘Shy.
Anon: ♫She felt something deep inside, something that she can not hide!♫
Fallen: I take it those are song lyrics. I’m gonna go ahead and NOT reply with more, because my music has some... unsavory lyrics. But hey, it’s over already!
Anon: It was like a clawhammer to the face, but yeah, it’s done. This felt like it was a short before the actual fic, but I’m not complaining.
Anon: Somehow, I feel that this is aptly named.
“Let me go at once!” The blue unicorn pony exclaimed. “I am the Great and Powerful Trixie and I demand that you
Anon: “ - scratch my nose this instant! It’s itchy!”
Fallen: Those indents are MASSIVE.
MMMPHHH!” Her sentence cut short from a hoof pressing down on top of her snout. Dirt and grass filled her mouth and nostrils as she tried to breath.
Fallen: But as it’s physically impossible to breath, she accepted her fate and suffocated.
“That’ll be enough outa you, you gall darn braggert!” Applejack had enough of this blue bitch,
Anon: You’d think that I would be mad about the immediate OOC, but considering what’s going to happen...
and had more than a little anger after being humiliated in front of everypony. “And don’t even think of using none of that bullpucky you call magic, or my friends and I might have to get a little rough with ya!”
Anon: “We’re going to tickle you until you gasp for air!”
Fallen: She should be able to magic herself out of it. And probably magic the crap out of anyone who tries to mess with her afterwards. She’s nowhere near as good as Twilight, but she’s still damn good with magic.
Anon: Funny you bring Twilight up...
She said, pressing Trixie’s nose harder into the ground.
Fallen: BAD Trixie! Look at this mess you made! Don’t do it again!
The ropes holding her front hooves to the stakes were tightened by another pony, while more and more ponies gathered around to watch the outsider receive punishment for her actions.
Anon: They even turned her hair green, those animals!
“You sure made a mess of our town,
Fallen: No, the Ursa Minor did. And it was Snips and Snails that brought it into town.
Anon: Sure, Trixie being a braggart was the catalyst to that situation, but still, yeah.
and I’m afraid that it would only be fair if we had the chance to deliver an equal amount of justice, ” Twilight looked down on the restrained and angry pony.
Anon: *cough* - The parasprite incident - *cough*
“The misuse of magic is intolerable in the Princess’s eyes,
Anon: When did that happen? Is this a sequel to something? Like that one where Trixie used her magic to make these tentacles that--
Fallen: Yeah, stop. And I think Twilight would’ve been FUCKED after the Want It Need It spell if Princess Celestia cared that much.
and we would do her a disservice just to let you run out of here without teaching you a lesson.”
Fallen: “Now then. When a stallion and a mare love each other very, very much...”
Anon: Pinkie brought over dolls for the explanation.
“I say you let me drag her on up to the clouds, and drop her! See if she can magic herself out of that!” Rainbow Dash joked, possibly.
Anon: It better have been. I mean, I don’t like Trixie either, but still, that’s uncalled for completely.
“Then she can appreciate what a true pony can do!”
Fallen: So this story is pro-pegasus propaganda?
“Now Dash, there’s no need to behave like a ruffian,
Anon: Considering what’s about to happen... Yeah.
lest we become uncivilized and lower ourselves to her level.” Rarity was still working on her hair, which was still an unpleasant shade of blue-green,
Fallen: I think it was already fixed by the time Twilight dealt with the Ursa. Nice continuity, story!
Anon: Who bothers to check what actually happens in the show first?
but she had managed to straighten it back into shape.
Anon: She straightened it into curls?
“Fine, but I still say she could do with a little taste of her own medicine.” Dash said as she turned away.
Fallen: Then use magic! “Her own medicine” was twisting everypony’s challenges with her magic!
Anon: Well, they tied her up like she did Applejack, so twirl her around and dye her hair already.
“AJ, ” Twilight said in a disapproving voice, “Let her breathe. She’s gonna need her lungs here in a minute.” Applejack reluctantly took her hoof off of Trixie’s snout, letting the blue unicorn gasp for air, but she didn’t take her eyes off of her.
Anon: No matter how hard she tried, Applejack couldn’t take her eyes off the azure coated mare-- (the doors open up to reveal Applejack.) What th-- (Applejack saunters over to Anon and kicks him in the stomach, which Anon clutches as he falls to the floor.) Ow...
Fallen: Thanks, AJ.
Applejack: No problem, Fallen. Take care of yerself now!
Apple Bloom walked up, followed by a very large and somewhat disinterested red male pony.
“Ah brought big brother like you said sis, but he ain’t too thrilled about bein’ a part o’ none o’ this!”
Fallen: I JUST got out of “Rarity’s Generous Plan...”
“Well, he oughta be.
Anon: No he shouldn’t, and neither should any of you!
In fact, he should be counting his lucky starts to be invited to our little party here,”
Anon: He doesn’t get out much, the poor guy.
Applejack said, still with an angry tone, but with a sly smile on her face. “It’s not everyday a big man like himself gets to be introduced to a filly with such a lovely little mouth.”
Anon: Well, I do like how she rolls her ‘R’s.
Fallen: That’s creepy and I’m unnerved by being this close to you.
“WHAT! What’s going on here! What are you ponies gonna do with me?!?” Trixie screamed, struggling to free herself.
Anon: “We’re going to force you to read fanfiction! Mwa-ha-ha-ha ha~!”
Fallen: Oh, like that’s a plausible thing that could happen.
Her front hooves were tied to the ground,
Anon: How? How do you tie the ground?
Fallen: With effort.
and the rope was holding her chest and neck down as well. She tried pulling herself loose with her rear legs, until she realized what kind of compromising position she was putting herself in. “No, NO NOOOO! You can’t be serious! I’m sorry! I just wanted to put on a show!
Anon: “And I wanted to bully and humiliate anypony on stage and show my complete superiority and... I’m not helping my case, am I?”
Fallen: The least you could do is not make her look worse than the story is.
I didn’t want to really hurt anypony or damage anything! If those two idiots hadn’t brought that Ursa Major...”
“Minor, it was just an Ursa Minor,”
Anon: Just? Just?!
Fallen: Dick move, correcting the factual errors of the mare you’re about to have raped.
Snails reluctantly said. “Besides, I thought you could handle it no prob!”
Fallen: Speaking of rape, why is Snails there!?
“Well, apparently she wasn’t up to the task, Darling. But we shall give her another chance to handle something, say, just as large!”
Anon: “Let’s see if she can eat all these pies in the allowed time! You’ll be competing against Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack.”
Rarity winked at Big Macintosh, who just rolled his eyes. He really wasn’t interested in doling out the punishment in front of everyone,
Anon: Then why are you?
and especially not in front of Fluttershy, who was watching from behind a tree. He knew she had a bit of a crush on him,
Anon: Despite those two never even talked or even looked at each other...
Fallen: Trust me, I’ve seen much worse FlutterMac.
even though she was too shy to say anything about it. Truthfully, just about every girl pony around had a crush on him,
Anon: Keep telling yourself that buddy. It took that love poison incident for Cheerilee to even notice you.
Fallen: And what about all the taken ones?
and some weren’t as discreet about their affections. He looked down at Trixie, who was still struggling to free herself, her magic being kept in check by Rarity and Twilight,
Fallen: ...how?
as she turned around to look at him. A look of pleading and terror was on her face, and it was just about too much for his soft heart to bear.
Anon: It’s almost like this is the wrong thing to do or something. Weird.
“Ah jeez, big brother! Will ya just get on with it already!?” Applejack yelled. “You’re just about as mushy as a week ole apple in the sun!”
Fallen: Why are you encouraging this!?
Anon: “Why aren’t you violatin’ that there mare for our amusement?”
“Ah s’pose we can’t jus’ change the sentence ta community service?” Big Macintosh asked quietly.
Anon: Actually, yeah, that sounds like a much better idea. It even makes sense.
A glare from Applejack answered him.
Fallen: The ultimate But Thou Must glare.
Anon: It must’ve been super effective.
“Well, fine. Ah was jus’ suggestin’...” The stallion ambled up behind where Trixie was held down, rear dangling in the air... enticingly.
Anon: Somepony drew a silly face on there.
Despite his personal feelings, he felt himself growing ever-so-slightly aroused.
Fallen: Way to be sensitive to the mare who’s crushing on you.
Anon: “Just keep thinkin’ it’s Ms. Smartypants...”
Her look was one of terror, and pleading, and he forced himself to ignore it. Sighing one last time, he placed his front hooves gently onto her rump and reared up.
Fallen: Observe, here, the evils of peer pressure.
“NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE, BY CELESTIA, NOOOOOO!” screamed Trixie
Anon: “Oh, okay then.” Then they set Trixie free and threw a party for her.
on seeing his massive organ.
Fallen: It was the biggest esophagus she’d ever seen!
Anon: Who knew Big Mac was a piano player?
She bucked more, trying her damnedest to get out, and the struggling excited Big Macintosh even more.
Anon: Big Mac thought this was a wrestling match as he picked her up and body slammed her.
His instincts taking over, he snorted, and positioned himself to penetrate her comparatively delicate orifice.
Fallen: I’m just not escaping Mac rape today, am I.
Anon: Why is he aiming at her ear?
By now, she was a complete madpony, gnashing her teeth, screaming, and trying as hard as she could to escape.
Anon: She even tried passing gas, but Big Mac was into that unfortunately.
With his weight on her hindquarters to prevent her kicking, though,
Fallen: She could lift one and support herself on the other. Not rocket surgery.
and the ropes tying down her front hooves and head, she could do nothing but squirm enticingly.
Fluttershy watched as this happened, now shaking herself, ‘safe’ behind a tree. As Big Macintosh climbed up on the Formerly-Great and No-Longer-Powerful Trixie,
Fallen: Clever.
she slipped behind the tree, unable to watch any longer.
Anon: Even she was bored.
She had seen him... actually getting excited by this. Until she had lost her nerve, she saw reluctance disappear bit by bit as he settled in to... to-
Fallen: The thought was never finished, however, because Ponyville promptly exploded.
Anon: Righteous fire! Righteous fire‼
A horrifying squeal, like a wounded animal, erupted from behind the her tree.
Fallen: Not sure if grammatical error or Fluttertree reference.
Anon: Yes.
Fluttershy cringed and refused to follow her instincts to see if it was a cute little creature that she could help... she knew better.
Anon: “Trixie is kinda pretty, but I don’t see it.”
A tear rolled unbidden down her face, both out of pity for the filly now being violated-- and for some other reason, something she couldn’t explain.
Fallen: It’s called betrayal, ‘Shy.
Anon: ♫She felt something deep inside, something that she can not hide!♫
Fallen: I take it those are song lyrics. I’m gonna go ahead and NOT reply with more, because my music has some... unsavory lyrics. But hey, it’s over already!
Anon: It was like a clawhammer to the face, but yeah, it’s done. This felt like it was a short before the actual fic, but I’m not complaining.
Fallen: Well, that was painful to read. But at least the pain was concentrated.
Anon: Like a punch in the gut instead of being picked to death by ducks.
Fallen: ...do you have some fear of ducks?
Anon: Well, there was that one time I was feeding them, and the bread got stuck to my clothes, and--
Fallen: I think that’s more than I ever wanted or needed to know.
Pinkie: (from TV) Why would anypony be afraid of ducks? They’ve never done anything wrong!
Fallen: I think he just got done explaining exactly that.
Anon: --they wouldn’t let me leave. They just tied me up and--
Fallen: JUST GOT DONE.
Pinkie: Well, how’d it go? Did you like your first riff together?
Anon: Surprisingly, yeah.
Fallen: This one’s got potential. We’re hiring some good people. And I didn’t even realize people had to GET hired...
Anon: Who would volunteer to clean this place up? Have you seen what happens here?
Fallen: Yes, and it’s my fault sometimes. You seriously never questioned the bullet holes and empty shells scattered everywhere?
Anon: It looked like my old place, so I thought everyone had bullet holes in their walls.
Fallen: ...that’s sadder than can be put into words.
Anon: *shrugs* Whatever you say... Primey.
Fallen: I don’t HATE my nickname, so I’m immune to your advances, Anny.
Anon: Okay, that’s it. (picks up random weapon off the shelf) This ends now, Primey!
Fallen: It’s gonna be really hard to attack me with a closed bear trap.
Anon: Just (straining a bit) just give me a minute here... Come on you piece of- (it snaps open) Aha! (it then snaps shut on Anons arm) Pfft‼
Fallen: (blowing smoke from revolver) That was fun. You gonna let this poor soul out, Pinkie?
Pinkie: Yep! Here you go!
(The armory doors unlock and open.)
Fallen: It’s been fun, Anon. I’ll want that trap back, though.
Anon: (running around like an idiot trying to get the trap off, only to run into an explosive that launches him out of the armory) Ahhh~‼
Fallen: Christ... (grabs rusty sawblade) Hang on, girls, I think I’m gonna need to remove the arm...
Dash: (from TV) Yeah, I don’t think we need to see that.
(A scream of agony can be heard from the doorway as Dash pushes the button and the TV turns off with a blip.)
Anon: Like a punch in the gut instead of being picked to death by ducks.
Fallen: ...do you have some fear of ducks?
Anon: Well, there was that one time I was feeding them, and the bread got stuck to my clothes, and--
Fallen: I think that’s more than I ever wanted or needed to know.
Pinkie: (from TV) Why would anypony be afraid of ducks? They’ve never done anything wrong!
Fallen: I think he just got done explaining exactly that.
Anon: --they wouldn’t let me leave. They just tied me up and--
Fallen: JUST GOT DONE.
Pinkie: Well, how’d it go? Did you like your first riff together?
Anon: Surprisingly, yeah.
Fallen: This one’s got potential. We’re hiring some good people. And I didn’t even realize people had to GET hired...
Anon: Who would volunteer to clean this place up? Have you seen what happens here?
Fallen: Yes, and it’s my fault sometimes. You seriously never questioned the bullet holes and empty shells scattered everywhere?
Anon: It looked like my old place, so I thought everyone had bullet holes in their walls.
Fallen: ...that’s sadder than can be put into words.
Anon: *shrugs* Whatever you say... Primey.
Fallen: I don’t HATE my nickname, so I’m immune to your advances, Anny.
Anon: Okay, that’s it. (picks up random weapon off the shelf) This ends now, Primey!
Fallen: It’s gonna be really hard to attack me with a closed bear trap.
Anon: Just (straining a bit) just give me a minute here... Come on you piece of- (it snaps open) Aha! (it then snaps shut on Anons arm) Pfft‼
Fallen: (blowing smoke from revolver) That was fun. You gonna let this poor soul out, Pinkie?
Pinkie: Yep! Here you go!
(The armory doors unlock and open.)
Fallen: It’s been fun, Anon. I’ll want that trap back, though.
Anon: (running around like an idiot trying to get the trap off, only to run into an explosive that launches him out of the armory) Ahhh~‼
Fallen: Christ... (grabs rusty sawblade) Hang on, girls, I think I’m gonna need to remove the arm...
Dash: (from TV) Yeah, I don’t think we need to see that.
(A scream of agony can be heard from the doorway as Dash pushes the button and the TV turns off with a blip.)
FP: I want to take the time to thank DPV111 for suggesting this piece of shit.
NG: And I would like to thank Fallen Prime for having me here in the first place.
NG: And I would like to thank Fallen Prime for having me here in the first place.
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