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- >>How long has it been?
- >>You have long since learned to ignore the passage of time. It is meaningless when you are ageless
- >>Being Celestia's pawn, able to be sent back to the horrible abyss beyond the 7 o' clock alarm at any time, time is of little importance
- >>You live the way you are meant to
- >>And you do what you have to in order to live
- >>Unicorn magic effectively makes many advantages your hands offer over hooves obsolete
- >>Except for one
- >>You never thought you would be living this way
- >>You are surrounded by a large salted circle, stallions and mares roaring their glee all around as you stand victorious over your last opponent
- >>Ever since that bar fight, you have earned your metaphorical cutie mark in this world
- >>Ponyville is backwater.
- >>Ponys get bored.
- >>It must be no coincidence that Celestia placed you here
- >>You know that she is watching. Maybe not now, but she knows every move you make, every breath you take
- >>Her hoof feathers over your fate
- >>As your fallen opponent is wheeled off on a stretcher, you remain
- >>You try your best not to kill these horses, even if they're generally the lowest of Equestria's low
- >>Your manager approaches from behind, smirking a confident smirk
- >>You are the best thing that has ever happened to him
- >>“Good going, Anon. You dropped that one in one blow!”
- Saving energy
- >>“Good. Keep those bits coming.”
- >>He pats you on the back with his hoof and then leaves the ring
- >>The next fight is announced
- >>Takers ramble off odds
- >>Gamblers place their bets
- >>Your manager does the same
- >>He's low. Really low. But you wouldn't be earning your 'honest' living without him
- >>Without that, where would you get the money to be with your best bro?
- >>The next challenger approaches
- >>These aren't the weak little ponies who are half your size in the overworld. At least, not most of them
- >>These are muscle bound pugilists. For most of them, this is a second job. Fighting for the entertainment of others
- >>Does Celestia honestly condone this?
- >>The bell rings, and the crowd roars
- >>Your opponent faces you
- >>He thinks he's good. He thinks he's tough. Just like all the others
- >>Just like those three who tried to pick up Dash in the bar months earlier
- >>You put up your dukes and slouch behind your guard, stepping in
- >>He turns, rears his hind legs and tries to buck you out in one shot
- >>You've learned that your guard is too weak to stop such attacks in the past, but it's the equine equivalent to a haymaker
- >>You dart forward, slip under it, rear your right fist and throw a beastly right uppercut straight into his stomach
- >>His lungs empty. He falls to the ground
- >>The bell rings, and you stand over just another fallen adversary
- >>More bodies, more bits, more Dash
- >>Your manager approaches you again, the same smile on his face
- >>The fucking snake
- >>“Good job, Anon! That was your toughest one tonight”
- I want no less than fifty per-cent this time.
- >>“Now, Anon, we'll discuss the split later. You got one more tonight.”
- >>You cringe
- It's usually five a night. What's so special about this one?
- >>“Oh, she challenged you by name. So I set you up for one last match”
- She?
- >>“Oh, yeah, the crowd loves this stuff! Try to put her down easy, eh? She's real little. And don't lose... I'm betting all of our night's winnings on you”
- >>He backs out of the ring, and the rigamaroll of takers and betters starts up again.
- >>She?
- >>A small orange pony with white freckles steps into the ring, opposite of you
- >>You recoil
- Ap... Applejack?!
- >>Your voice is filled with fear
- >>You remember the first rape attempt, back in the silo
- >>She can take a punch. She's tough, and she's so much shorter than you that you're going to have a hard time lining up your shots
- >>You shake your head. Are you honestly planning a strategy to fight Applejack? Celestia, what have you become?
- >>“Ah didn't know ya were into this sort of thing, Anon!”
- >>You glare at her. Your fists curl, your gloves whine from the stress.
- >>“And ah figure...”
- >>She lowers her volume to just enough for you to hear
- >>“...ya won't be able to resist me by the time ah'm done with ya...”
- >>She bats her eyelashes
- >>“...Sugarcube.”
- >>You cringe again
- >>The bell rings
- >>Applejack is no slouch, and runs in to headbutt you with a mighty warcry
- >>“YEEEE-HAW!”
- >>You recoil, the wind knocked out of you as she collides with your gut
- >>You bounce into the crowd. They want blood, they shove you back in while chanting your stage name
- Applejack, I swear to Celestia, you are going to get hurt
- >>You have taken to replacing 'God' with 'Celestia.' You know no other deity. Celestia has made sure of that.
- >>The orange ball of rape ignores your threat and charges again
- >>Dukes up, shift right, duck low, throw a jab
- >>She swishes past it easily enough
- >>She bites your shoulder, and you roar in pain
- >>“Ah tfold ya ah like ith ruff!”
- >>You right hook her side while she grapples you
- >>Again
- >>And again
- >>She lets go and leans back on all fours, prepared to pounce again. She spits out a tuft of your shirt and grins madly at you
- >>“Gonna have to do better'n those little love taps o' yers, darlin'.”
- >>Your manager is frantically trying to withdraw his bet
- >>Fucking snake
- >>You bring your guard back up and shuffle around her
- >>She tracks you
- >>Predator and prey, you both calculate a plan of attack
- >>She leaps in again, turns to buck
- >>You know how to stop this, knock her out with one shot
- >>But for an instant you pause.
- >>Are you really willing to hurt applejack?
- >>You pause for another instant. You recall Celestia's terms.
- >>If you do anything to compromise the elements of harmony...
- >>She bucks your shins. Sharp pain, you go down
- >>Land on your stomach, slowly get onto your back and try to recover
- >>Applejack stands over you wearing a smug smile
- >>“Don't worry, ah reckon you'll be used to being in this position by tomarrah.”
- >>She straddles you, and lays into you
- >>Familiar blackness envelops you as you slip into dreamless sleep
- >>Light floods into your consciousness
- >>You gasp, flail your arms, sit upright
- >>You're so sore
- >>You run your hand over your chin. Nothing's broken
- >>All teeth are there
- >>But you are so sore
- >>Your surroundings match those of your bedroom
- ...What?
- >>You look to your night stand, there is a coin sack over a letter
- >>You shove aside the sack. It is heavy as hell
- >>Take up the letter
- >>“Well, Sugarcube, thanks for the fun evening! If you're wondering about the money, I split the winnings fifty fifty with ya. Oh, and don't worry. I wouldn't have my way with an unconscious guy. Wouldn't be honest. Try to man up a little, hun.”
- >>Your manager is going to disown you for this
- Fucking Applejack
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