Martini 16

>you are martini, a light green fluffy unicorn pony with a dark green mane
>usually you love your life. you give special hugs to mares and you get nummies
>BIG MAN takes care of you and the other fluffies but he’s been in a bad mood for a while
>you’re getting afraid of him that he’ll hurt you or the other ponies
>today The Man With the Box came. Frank-who-you-never-see and BIG MAN don’t like him much.
>”Look, man… that was an isolated incident! It’s only about one in a thousand that have a small birth canal.”
>”You should have checked…”
>”If it happened more often I would have! Besides, you didn’t have to kill the thing! Jesus Christ!”
>”Fuck you, Jamie… I paid for little shit. It was mine to do with as I pleased.”
>”That’s cold, man.”
>”Okay… answer me this. I can either a) send Lemondrop to an adoption agency.

Where a legless wonder like her would roll around in her and other ponie’s filth and probably get raped every day. Or b) put her out of her misery.”
>”You could have given her back…”
>”Oh, bullshit. What would you have done with her? You can’t breed her, either… not unless you do a c-section. And you know you’re too cheap to pay to have her stitched up.”
>”Point taken. But look… I’m telling you, man, these legless fluffies are the way to go! Keep them in a bowl! No more cages! More room, less cleaning!”
>”Then I have to hold each one over the trash can while it shits itself. And then I get to clean them every morning when they can’t hold it. At least most of these little fuckers know to use their litter boxes at night.”
>”If you’d just reconsider…”
>”Your legless burrito-looking fluffies might work for some people but I’m not breeding them.”
>”Okay, okay. Say hi to Frank for me.”
>”Yeah, see you around.”
>The Man With the Box leaves. you can just barely remember when he brought lemondrop. you gave her special hugs but it hurt her.
>then BIG MAN made her go in the trash can. that made you sad.
>”Ooooooh man. I need a beer tonight. You little shits behave yourselves.”
>BIG MAN leaves. The Pretend Yellow Sky Balls go away
>you and the other fluffy ponies go to sleep. you dream of spasgettis. you never get spasgettis any more.


>”zzzzzzzzzz…” *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
>you slowly open your eyes to a strange sound. it’s loud and high-pitched. it hurts your ears.
>smoke is coming out of the other room. and you can see flames.
>you remember the flames.
>once, when THE SCOTT owned you, his friends made flames in his underground room. they set little things that looked like hoomans on fire.
>then they took little things that looked like hooman’s go-go machines and set them on fire.
>you sat by the steps, entranced by the color of the flames… although it didn’t smell good down there. the burning hurt your nose.
>”What else can we burn?”
>THE SCOTT’s friends all laugh
>”Dude… I got the G.I. Joe aircraft carrier! Let’s burn that!”
>”No way! That’ll catch your whole house on fire!”
>they all laugh again. one of them spots you.
>”How about your fuzzy gaywad there?”
>THE SCOTT smiles.
>”Come here, Martini… you wanna see the fire up close?”
>you timidly trotted to THE SCOTT… he grabbed you and held you close to the flames.
>you felt the heat… it hurt your eyes and your fluff started to turn black
>”Let’s see if that fluff burns…”
>”SCOTT! What’s that burning smell? What’re you kids doing down there?”
>MR. MAN came down the steps. THE SCOTT pushed you behind his friends.
>”Hey, dad… we were just making… Smores!”
>”Are you out of your mind? With all the paint and chemicals down here? You and your friends get upstairs NOW!”
>MR. MAN put out the flames. you went back upstairs.
>you can’t forget the heat. the color.

>the flames are here. they’ve come for you.

>”WAKE! WAKE! FWUFFYS WAKE UP! FWAMES BAD! FWUFFYS GOTT WEAVE NAOW!”
>prism is the first to respond
>”WHAT DO? PWISM HAVE BABEHS! BABEHS SMAWLL!”
>”dunno! need get hewp!”
>shamrock and snowcap are in the cage closest to the other room. they’re already coughing.
>the mares are all panicking. what to do?
>you need to get out. all of you. now. even if it means BIG MAN and Frank getting mad. they can’t be mad if the flames get you all.

>a sense of calm comes over you. you remember feeling it once before. it came when you saw THE SCOTT trap a puppy in the white box
>you could hear the puppy crying. THE SCOTT forgot it was there. or left it there to die.
>you remember thinking hard about the handle on the box. and then it opened.
>the puppy climbed out and licked your face. the Boy Next Door found it. it was his puppy
>MR. MAN yelled a lot at THE SCOTT. it wasn’t long after that when he took you away from him

>you think hard about the latch on your cage. it pops open.
>your head hurts. you remember it hurt like that when you freed the puppy. but you have to do it again
>you release xavier. you’re still mad at him for hurting your poopie place but you need his help
>”ZAVER! Use horn an fwee ovva fwuffies!”
>”i twy.”
>xavier concentrates and pops the latch on the brothers cage. he actually laughs.
>”mawtini! i do it! i fwee bwothas!”
>”need fwee ovvas! huwwy! fawamee! pwease fwy an fwee ovva fwuffies!”
>faramir nods and flutters his wings like never before. using his mouth, he gingerly slides open the latches on the mares cages
>his strength rapidly decreases and he suddenly drops… and lands on his brothers back
>”thankoo bowomee!”
>the mares are dropping their crying foals one by one onto the backs of the ponies on the floor.
>”huwwy! huwwy! must go NAOW!”
>there is noise from the other room. it sounds like Frank
>”*cough* What the FUCK!”
>Frank is trying to put out the flames with a red can. the door to the other room is wide open. smoke pours out of it, but it’s still hard to breathe here.
>”go fwoo doowr! go owside! huwwy!”
>the other ponies move as quickly as they can. Frank doesn’t even notice them.
>”Jesus christ! Where’s the fucking fire department?”
>you’re standing in front of snowcap and shamrock’s cage. they each hold a leg up
>”mawtini twy get you owt!”
>”pwease huwwy mawtini. fwames comin.”
>you concentrate again but the feeling is gone. your nose starts bleeding. you feel like you want to go to sleep
>”snowcap… shamwock… so sowwy… canna open doowr! I CANNA OPEN DOOWR!”
>they’re coughing from the smoke. you are too. you want to lay down and sleep because your head hurts so bad.
>snowcap and shamrock look at you with big, teary eyes.
>”wuv you, mawtini. you bwotha to us.”
>”mawtini get owt! smowke bad! canna bweathe!”
>you try to hurry to the door. it’s dark out, even with a couple of Pretend Yellow Sky Lights out here. smoke is everywhere.
>you try to keep moving. can’t find the other fluffies. just want to sleep. head hurts so bad
>you hear more loud noises. like high pitched screams. red lights approach in the dark
>just… just need to lay down for a little while.
>it’s cold out. not white ground time but you’re afraid you can’t stay warm
>you find a nook at the base of a tree. just big enough for you. you scrunch inside.
>the sleep comes quickly but the bad thoughts haunt you. you see fluffies being burned. you hear their screams.
>you hear their babies screaming for their mommies. the pegasus wings lit with flame
>you finally wake up. the air is warmer and fresh. you still feel chilly.
>crawl out of your nook in the tree. but where are you?
>your head feels better but you can’t remember… how long did you walk? what direction?
>you sit down and cry.
>you hope the other ponies are okay
>you’re a good fluffy pony.