Really Angry Anon - Part 3.5 (STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING)

>"Okay, today's the day they come off."
>It's been weeks since Gilda brought you here. You might have been stuck doing nothing all that time but it sure was better than being dead.
"Fucking finally..."
>"One thing: hold your breath."
"Why?"
>As Cold Steel removes the first cast, the one enveloping your right arm, an evil stench hits your nose.
"Bloody Hell!" You moan, "Smells worse than my ex's knickers!"
>"Told you so." He chuckles, "Yep, sure does reak, doesn't it? Shower's just down the hall." The minotaur points out the main door, "Whether there's any soap in there is another matter."
"Mate, rolling in a pile of shit for half an hour will make me smell way fucking better than I do now."
>Cold Steel laughs some more as he takes off the next cast.
>"So how are you feeling for your first job?"
"Can't wait to get started." You reply, grinning madly.
>"I'll bet. One bit of advice though. Watch out for those pegasi. Earth p0nies and unicorns are very predictable, one will charge at you head on while the other like putting some distance between them and their attacker. Those winged p0nies though, they like mixing things up, so be careful."
"Gotcha." You reply, stretching.

>"There you go." The minotaur announces after removing the last cast, "Try getting up. Slowly mind you, you might not have your balance completely back yet."
"Yeah yeah." You say, shoving him off.
>You plant both your feet on the ground. With one almighty thrust, you push yourself off from the bed.
>Fuck yeah, you're back in business.
>You take a step and almost instantly, you nearly plant your face on the stony ground if it wasn't for a last minute grab of the bed next to yours.
"Fuck!"
>"Told you. Remember, you've hardly used your muscles for nearly a month."
"Tell me something I don't already fucking know." You spit back as you regain your balance.
>"Hey Anon, you're already up!"
>You look up and see Gilda in the doorway, smiling happily at you.
"Give me a hand. My legs won't do what I fucking want them to,"
>The griffon comes over but recoils once your scent reaches her.
>"Damn, even the slave pits smell better than you do."
"Just shut up and help me get to the shower."
>"I'm not kidding Anon, I can taste you right now."
"Then you're the twenty-seventh girl who ever has." You say with a dirty smirk.
>"That's disgusting." She says. Before coming closer, she takes in a lungful of air and hold her breath.
"See you later Doc." You wave over your shoulder at the minotaur.
"Come back soon!" She shouts back, "Or don't! Whatever suits you!"
>As Gilda leads you to the shower room, a few dogs walk past, covered in armour and weapons in hand... paws. They stare at you indifferently as they talk amongst themselves. You wish you could understand them. If there was one thing you hated, it was people who could be talking about you without you knowing about it.

>"Here it is." Gilda pipes up.
>There's a door here, one that looks exactly the same as all of the others you've passed. The only difference is a crappy looking sign stuck on it. It's a drawing a one of the dog dudes having water pouring on top of it.
"Thanks." You mutter, pushing the door open.
>You stumble inside. There's a shower and a bench underneath it to sit on. Good, you don't think you can stand up by yourself for too long. Luckily, there is some soap here to use. You'll need it to dissolve the slime that had built up under the casts.
>"Need any help?"
>You turn around to face the griffon. Gilda has a shit-eating grin on her face.
"Even if I wanted you to, you couldn't afford it."
>Gilda snorts and walks off back in the direction of the infirmary, chuckling to herself. You meanwhile, close the door, take off the gown Cold Steel put you in soon after you were interned, and sit down on the bench.
>Reaching up, you move the shower nozzle away from you and turn it on. Sure enough, a jet of icy cold water shoots out, one of the streams hitting your left foot.
>Waiting for a few minutes, the water heats up to bearable levels. Getting under, you thoroughly rinse yourself before soaping up.
>It feels like a second sticky layer of skin dropping off. Looking down, you see... chunks flow along with the murky water before dropping down the drain.
>You lather up again and wash another load of gunk off.
>Come to think of it, this is the first wash you've had for nearly a month.
>Still haven't beaten the record yet.

>After another couple of scrubs, you're legitimately clean now.
>Feels godly.
>You turn the shower off.
>A second later, an unpleasant realisation hits you.
>You don't have a towel.
>Desperately, you look around for something to dry yourself off with.
>Nothing.
>Fuck.
>Before you begin to panic, there's a knock on the door.
"Piss off, occupied!" You shout to whoever's outside.
>"Calm down, it's only me." Gilda shouts back through the door, "I've got something for you."
"Unless it's a towel, I don't give a shit."
>"Fine, stay wet then. You can drip dry for the rest of the day."
>Huffing, you open the door. In one of Gilda's arms are the clothes you were wearing with a towel neatly folded on top of them.
>"So you don't want these then? I'll take them back to Cold Steel." She says, starting to walk off.
"Hold up." You call to her, "Pass them here."
>The griffon turns back round and tosses the items at you. As you fumble with them you hear Gilda begin to crack up.
"What's so funny?"
>She tries to maintain her composure but to no avail, "Nothing... it's er... nothing."
>What the fuck is her problem?
"If you've got something to say, then fucking say it!"
>"You sure?"
"I'm fucking sure. What is it."
>Gilda starts giggling some more, "Sure thing Anon. I have to say... nice noodle."
>Noodle? What the fuck...
>...
>Ah.
>You dart back inside the shower and lock the door.
>Fucking noodle, tree trunk more like. What the fuck does she know?

>A few minutes later, you're dressed.
>Nice of Cold Steel or whoever it was that did it to wash the blood out of your clothes and stitch up the holes in them, even the ones that were there before you arrived in this crazy world.
>You soon remember why your blood was on your clothes in the first place.
>Twilight fucking Sparkle. You still haven't forgotten what you've got in store for her.
>You unlock the shower and step out.
>In the hallway is Gilda, talking to a pair of lady dog... people.
>All three of them are sniggering at something.
>You can fucking guess what.
"Hey!" You interrupt, "It's not a noodle! If anything, it's as big as a chair leg!"
>The two dog girls laugh some more before saying goodbye to Gilda. She's busy wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Real funny Gilda." You say, displeased, "Spreading rumours like that isn't cool."
>"But it's not a rumour if it's true." She replies, taking delight in your discomfort.
"Whatever, let's get out of here."
>Following the directions painted on the walls, you make tracks for the nearest exit to the surface with Gilda following close behind.
>Eventually, you find the way out, but not before encountering a gang of those dog dudes.
>You recognise them as the guys Gilda had to bargin with to let you in, the smallest of them being Spot, complete with diamond stuffed pockets.
>"I hope you haven't forgotten our arrangement." He growls.
"Trust me mate, this is something I want to do."
The dog-man smiles, "Good, Gilda can fill you in on the way."
>They all step aside, allowing the pair of you to leave.
>"Good luck... Noodle."
>You freeze.
>No way could the news have traveled that fast.