The Last Mango

>There it is...
>The orange fruit sits there, in the middle of no pony's land, immortally preserved by the two Princess sisters and dubbed as "The Last Mango"
>And it was all yours...
>Quite ripe for taking as you would say
>You dash forward and hop into another trench, your helmet protecting you from the rocks and debris in the trench as you fall headfirst into the glorified hole
"Ouch!"
>You realign the helmet and peak over the trench, viewing the mango that is now much closer to you
"One more dash... Then it's mine...!"
>You laugh evilly, which isn't very evil
>Fillies can be evil too!
>Just ask Sirocca!
>Sirocca...
>She's also after this mango...
>You peak your head to look at the mango as well, but you spot something else, a spiked helmet and a pair of eyes peaking from another trench opposite yours
>It's Sirocca!
>She spots you and hops out of the trench
>Sirocca hops out of her trench and you do the same
>She screams at you
>"You'll never get my mango!"
>You scrunch and glare at her
>She takes off an apple juice box that was strapped to her chest and sticks a straw in it
>She stabs the juice box with it and takes the straw into her mouth
>Sirocca sucks the juice box as best as she can, a display of her strength!
>You gasp as she throws the empty juice box at you
>Dashing back to your trench, you nearly flip over when the juice box detonates a minuature thermonuclear explosion, and you're belly squishes against something soft
>"Eeeeee! Heartbeat get offa me!"
>You smile
"No!"
>The soft thing underneath you squirms as you hug it
>"I'm sorry for throwing the juice box at you! You can have the mango! Just don't squish me to death!"
>Your eyes sparkle as you eye the mango behind you, it resting on a wooden table
"Okay... Fine..."
>You carefully let Sirocca go, and she sits up, crossing her hooves and sticking her tongue out at you
>You turn around and stalk towards the mango, but fall to the carpeted floor when you feel another juice box pelt the back of your head
>"It's miiiiiine!"
>You see Sirocca hop over you and stick her fangs in the mango, sucking it dry just like she did to the juice box
>You gasp, vision turning black
"You monster..."
>And those were the last words you were able to get out before you took a nap