Lightly Tased

>Day Lightly Tased in Equestria
>You are Anon. And you may have a bit of a gun fetish.
>Luckily they survived the trip to poneland with you.
>Handguns, shotguns, hell even a sniper rifle.
>All outfitted with a modest taser set to course 50k volt cartridges through whatever pone happens to piss you off that day.
>The pones see you as a gentle giant that somehow managed to find his way into their lives through magical mishap.
>They have no idea.
>Hiding in a tree on the outskirts of town, you watch as todays mark, Berry Punch makes her way out of her home with her daughter Ruby.
She's a beut.
>Cocking your badass Crocodile Dundee hat to the side, you line up the sights of your rifle as she makes her way down the street, likely taking the filly to school.
>Berry made the mistake of drunkenly slandering you at a Pinkie Party.
>Called you a damn dirty ape.
>How does she even know that reference?
>Regardless, bitches don't know bout my long range thor special.
>As she stops to chat up her neighbor Derpy, you hover your finger over the trigger.
Wait for it... Wait for it...

>Just as she turns her her head to give a parting smile, you strike.
>A cable whips out of your tree and speeds toward the offending drunk.
>Catching her in the side of the head, her body whips out from under her as she begins to spasm on the ground.
Boom, headshot.
>Disconnecting the cartridge from your gun after a few seconds, you beat a hasty retreat as pones gather round the now frothing at the mouth Berry.
>Hiding your gun for the moment, you sprint to the scene to find Ruby crying over Berry's barely conscience body.
Oh my god, what happened to her!?
>"M-Mr Anon, some kind of monster g-got my mommy!"
>"It's that weird wire again, it came out of nowhere!"
>"DO YOU THINK IT'S SOME KIND OF MONSTER!?"
>The bystanders begin to fearfully look around as you try not to smirk.
>Twilight appears and tells the gathered crowd to disperse, and escorts Berry home to rest.
>You make your way back to your gun as a few brave pones attempt to follow your wire to it's source.
>They won't find anything.
>They never do.
>But enough gloating, there is work yet to be done.

>Several hours later, you are staked out in a bush on the side of a path leading to the schoolhouse.
>Bitch has to go pick up her daughter sometime.
>You're chewing on tree roots to fend off hunger and because it's badass fuck you that's why.
Where are ya', ya bloody excuse for a horse.
>You are in the perfect position.
>A nice stretch of road that can't be seen from either the School, or the town proper.
>Now and again you can hear the sound of pedophiles skittering around in the bushes adjacent to you, and sounding their mating call.
>God damn disgusting.
You'll have your turn...
>After what seems like a lifetime of waiting, you finally catch the sight of that mulberry coated fleuzy coming down the path.
>She looks skittish, checking over her shoulders as she walks.
>Can't blame her, shit hurts.
Showtime...
>Arching a rock over the path into the group of bushes across from you, you catch her attention.
>"H-hello...?"
>She looks right scared now.

>Stepping forwards, she puts on a brave front as she investigates the sound.
>"I don't want any trouble..."
>After poking around in the bush for a few moments, she gives a relieved sigh and glances nervously backwards once more.
>Shuffling your feet a bit, you bring the barrel of your shotgun into position and cock it.
>Her ears flick towards your bush, and she seems about to piss herself.
>"H-hey, If anypony is there, y-you'd better tell me! R-Right Now!"
>Yeah, and ruin the fun? Think not.
>She begins edging her way to your side of the path, fear evident in her eyes.
>Almost...
>Her ears splay downwards and flick back up repeatedly, trying to get any idea of what she may be in store for.
>Almost...
>She's only a few hoofsteps away now, just close enough to reach out to the bush.
>A trembling hoof moves forwards, and parts a few leaves revealing the tip of your gun.
>Boom.
>With a deafening crack, she does a double backflip across the path and into the bushes with a new wire sticking out of her barrel.
>After watching the bushes twitch violently for a few seconds, you disconnect the cartridge and walk away.
>Today was a good day.