Handsome Pony - Cornered (Gilda, unfinished)

>Be Anon
>School is out for the day and you’re walking home alone because you’re forever alone
>The walk is long, from one end of town to the other, but you don’t mind since it gives you time to think
>As you enter the run-down industrial part of town you hear it
>”Hey dickhole!”
>Oh fuck
>That sounds like Gilda
>You whip around to see her stalking your way, eyes gleaming and fists clenched
>”Yeah, you! Get the fuck over here!”
>noooope.mp4
>You turn around and run for your life
>From the sound of footsteps behind you she is closing in, and fast
>There’s no houses around, no one to save you
>Your only chance is to lose her
>Without thinking you turn left down an alleyway, hoping to lose her in the maze of buildings
>You reach the end of the alley and it’s a dead-fucking-end
>You aren’t too genre savvy, are you?

>You turn around to find her blocking the only exit and triumphantly cornering you with every step
>”Okay, you little dweeb…the hell were you thinking?”
>Playing dumb always works, right?
W-what do you mean, Gilda?
>”You think I didn't hear you in class today? Y’know, when you called me a DYKE?”
I d-don’t know what you’re talking about, Gilda! It was someone else!
>”So you don’t know anything about it, but you know who said it? Nice logic, doofus.”
>For being a dyke, she sure is smart
Look, Gilda, I didn't mean it! It was a joke-
>She cuts you off with a swift punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and bringing stars to your eyes
>”Dick! Hole!”
>She punctuates each word with another punch, quickly bringing you to your knees
>”Tch. I hate people like you. You think you can say whatever you want and get away when someone tries to give you your just desserts. You think you got some magical tongue or something, that people can’t hear the mean things you say?”
>Admittedly, you weren’t the nicest guy, but that was only because they bullied you first
>At least, that’s what you tell yourself
>”Yeah, you and your…magic tongue…”
>Her words slowly drift off as she looks you over, kneeling in front of her
>Her eyes turn from hate to some faraway, hazy look
>Uh oh

>”Let’s see what else that tongue can do. ”
Wait, what?
>She responds by kicking you in the balls
>”Don’t fucking question me, dweeb!”
>At least, that’s what you think she said
>You can hardly hear, see, or think over the pain
>Clutching your damaged manhood, you fall onto your back, moaning and holding back tears
>The bitch laughs darkly
>”Aww, is da wittle baby gonna cry? Aww, poor wittle baby!”
>You want to tell her to fuck off, but you fear that opening your mouth will allow the waterworks to flow
>Instead you keep your eyes shut and moan, praying that a merciful deity relieves your suffering
>”Eh, it works. I like you better on your back anyway.”
W-what does that m-mean…
>Your voice is a high-pitched whisper
>”It means you can’t escape and I’m gonna have some fun.”
>She can't possibly be thinking of doing what you think she's thinking of doing
>You pry open one eye to see Gilda standing over you, jeans and panties discarded to the side
>A lightning bolt pattern of pubic hair points directly at...oh shit
>This won’t end well.