Gilda Bullies Fluttershy for Money and Rainbow Dash Just Can't Stand It

Inspiration: 0Bluse image of EQG Gilda beating up Fluttershy with Rainbow Dash looking on in anger (Derpi: 833934).

"Where's my money, dweeb?"
>"I-I-I-I—"
>Your middle knuckle connects with Fluttershy's cheekbone. She lets out a shriek that hurts your ears. You held back, but she's already crying. Wimp.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, I asked for my money! Where. Is. It?"
>You have the weakling with her back pressed up against a cinderblock wall in the back lot behind Canterlot High. It's been baking all day and you can smell the asphalt melting.
>Nobody would interrupt you here.
>"P-Please, Gilda, I—"
>You slam one hand by her head, trapping her against the wall. You raise your other hand, making a fist, and slug her again, right beneath her eye. Her head shoots back, cracking against concrete, and her legs buckle. She falls down, sobbing.
"Don't make me ask a third time."
>She trembles violently, her pathetic face distorting to reveal the disgusting worm she is. Her lips wriggle around as she tries to choke back sobs. She balls up her hands, but releases them, digging what she owes you out of her skirt's pockets. She pulls out a bifold wallet with sickeningly cute animal prints covering it, fingers getting your cash dirty. You swipe it out of her hands, your nails leaving a scrape against one of them. You roll your eyes as you count. One, two... five hundred. Choice.
"Make it easier on yourself next time, dweeb, and just hand over my money when I tell you to."
>"There's not going to be a next time, Gilda."
>You turn around. There stands Rainbow Crash, bat loosely in hand, giving you a scowl worthy of your father.
"This ain't your business, Crash."
>"It's Dash." Her grip tightens around the aluminum club, but it stays pointed at the ground by her side. "If Fluttershy is involved, it's ALWAYS my business."
>Fluttershy somehow manages to stop wailing like a baby long enough to st-stutter out, "Dash, don't—"
>You park your boot against Fluttershy's forehead, shoving her up against the wall.
"Listen to your girlfriend, Crash. Don't."
>Dash swings her bat.


Version A: Reversal
>She swings it far faster than she should've been able.
>"DON'T!"
>Pain radiates out from your temple where the bat connects, sending your face first into the scalding blacktop. You feel your nose break and everything's buzzing. The ground wets with your blood.
>"MESS!"
>Another impact hits the top of your skull and you double up. You can't see and everything is stars and needles and pain and she hits you again, and again, and again.
>"WITH MY FRIENDS EVER AGAIN!" Each word, distant, ringing, is punctuated by another swing, another dent. You wrap your arms over your head and you can feel your bones fracturing as she whales on you.
>"Rainbow Dash, stop!" The hits stop coming. Finally. You chuckle and cough through headache, blood, and bruises. Fluttershy is giving you a chance to recover.
>Crash may have gotten the first hit in, but as soon as you can stand, you're going to play with them for a long, long time.
>"Let—go!"
>You hear the sounds of the dweebs struggling over you. Good, let them fight. Buys time.
>"G-Give me that bat!"
>Crash did a number on you.
>"Fluttershy, look at what she did to you! What she's MADE you do!"
>You grit your teeth, working up the will to stand again. You blink away the pain. Focus on the voices.
>"I SAID GIVE IT TO ME!!"
>Fluttershy's directly over you. The other one's standing over you, somewhere between your legs. Your calves tense—sweep her? Kick her? How should you do this...
>"Fine! Here, take it!"
>You'll wait for your piggy bank to start chastising before you strike. They'll be in their own world the—
>You cry out. Searing fire shoots up your spine from where Fluttershy just hit you in the small of your back.
>"NEVER!"
>Again. "Yeah! That's it, Fluttershy!"
>"EVER!"
>Again. "Give it to her!"
>"BULLY!"
>You can't feel your legs. "She DESERVES this!"
>"AGAIN!"
>Oh. Oh no, you can't feel your legs.
>Where are your legs?
>You push yourself up to look behind you.
>Your legs lay limp on the asphalt.
>Big mistake.
>You don't even have half a second to register the bat swinging for the front of your face before it dislocates your jaw. You go down.
>Boots step on your hands, heels twisting on them, grinding down on the knuckles and tearing the flesh as more hits keep coming to your shoulders and head and spine, breaking you.
>The last thought that floats through your mind before unconsciousness takes you is that your dad's gonna kill you when he finds out what happened.

>You massage Fluttershy's back as you walk away with her from the lot to your car, bloody bat in hand.
"She deserved it, Fluttershy."
>"I killed her! I killed someone, Dash! I'm going to go jail!"
>She's vibrating, sniffling, repeating the same thing over and over to herself.
"She's not dead. We need to get out of here before the ambulance shows up. Okay? Let's go. Hurry."
>"She's dead. She's dead. I killed someone. I can't believe I killed someone."
>You take your hand off her back and fish your keys out from your pocket, clicking the fob to pop the trunk and then unlock the doors. You throw the bat in the back, grimacing at the white and purple hairs sticking to the blood.
>Gonna need bleach for this.
>Fluttershy gets in the car, and you slide into the driver's seat, turning the ignition on and tearing out of the lot.
"She had it coming, Flutters. Nobody saw us. I'm gonna get rid of the bat. We're fine. We're fine, alright?"
>She just shivers.
"Just don't talk about it and everything will be fine."
>Shivers and nods.
"And if the cops ask you, throw me under the bus."
>"I-I could never—!"
"Fluttershy. I can handle myself. You? You'd never make it in juvie. It's fine."
>Fluttershy's crying quiets down. "Y-You shouldn't have done that, Rainbow."
"I couldn't take it anymo—!"
>"Thank you."
"... Hey, what are friends for?"


Version B: Straight
>You easily catch the bat, twisting your arm with the impact to deaden it. You grip it tight and keep twisting, wrenching it free from Crash's hands. You can't help but laugh.
"You seriously thought that was gonna work, Crash?"
>You kick Fluttershy over and turn at the same moment to face Crash. She looks scared.
>Good. She should be.
>You pat the head of the bat against your open palm and smile.
"Here's a tip for you, Crash. Next time you have the jump?"
>You swing for her stomach. Her arms block it, but her pained grunt says she won't be able to do that again. She takes a step back.
"Don't give it away."ribc
>Another swing, from the opposite direction. It catches her elbow and she yelps in pain, letting you continue through into her rib cage. She goes down, curling up on her side.
>You grin to yourself.
>You just came up with the best idea.
>You're going to enjoy this.
>You roll her over and give a few more swings to warm her up for what's coming next. Shoulders, to keep her docile. Stomach, to knock the wind out of her. Nose, to bring some color to that ugly mug.
"Hey, Fluttershy. Stand up."
>You turn around and click your tongue. She's so slow. You swing the bat, flinging dust free from the wall beside her head.
"Next one's going for your eye if you don't stand up right now."
>She snivels, getting up to her feet, cowering behind her stupid long hair.
>You toss the bat at her. She squeaks, dropping it. You sock her in the kidney for the screw-up.
"Try catching it next time, loser."
>As she's recovering, kneeling down to pick up the bat, you step backwards, planting the heel of your boot on Crash's face. You make sure the sole's tracks leave a nice, clear imprint by shifting your weight back onto her.
"I'll lay off you if you give Crash your best Great Bambino impression."
>"G-Great Bambino...?"
"I want you to swing at her as hard as you can."
>"I—I could never...!"
>You make a fist.
"You want this until you graduate?"
>She squeaks again, mumbling under her breath. You open your fist up and shove her back, sending her into the wall again. You step off Crash's face towards Fluttershy.
"You can make it stop today, Fluttershy. All you have to do is hit her once, and it all stops. Me, Sunset, stealing from the shelter, everything. No charge, no strings."
>It's gonna suck losing such easy money, but you've got other marks that you can hit up.
>Besides, if she chickens out, you're not out of money at all.
>And if she doesn't chicken out?
>Oh, that would be choice.
"So what's it gonna be?"
>You look down at her, huddled against the wall, clutching the bat by the head. She looks past you at Crash.
>You turn around. She's getting up. Rolled onto her side, hand outstretched to support herself.
>Bold move.
>You walk back over to her and smirk. You lift your leg up.
>"You're a real piece of—"
>She squeals as you drop your weight on her hand. You hear something pop. That's a good sound.
>You scrape your boot backwards and admire your footwork. Oh, yeah, that finger's broken. Good angle, too.
>You kick her a few more times, raising your voice to be heard over her screams.
"What's it gonna be, Fluttershy? The clock is ticking."
>"I..."
"Ten... nine... eight..."
>"Don't listen to her, Flu—URGHK!"
>You swing steel toes into that little area between the belly button and the solar plexus.
"Don't interrupt me. Ugh, you made me lose my place. Where was I... ah. Three... two..."
>"P-Please move..."
>You grin and step aside, giving Fluttershy plenty of room to make her major league debut.
>You call out as she closes her eyes and lifts the bat over her head.
"Oh, wait. You gotta hit her somewhere special for it to count."
>You smear the blood dripping down Crash's face over her face with a boot, giving extra attention to her lips.
"Right in the pearly whites."
>Fluttershy opens her eyes, pupils pinpricks, staring down at Crash.
>Crash's gaze is unfocused, clouded by pain.
>"Fluttershy, don't listen... liar..."
"Name a single time I've ever lied, dweeb. To either of you."
>They couldn't.
"But, hey, it's your choice here, Fluttershy. All of this could disappear. No more missed school days. No more repeated grades. No more lying. No more pain. Gone, guaranteed. You know what you need to do."
>Oh, this is perfect. Crash trying to turn her against you. The way her mascara runs, crying, unable to drop or swing. You think she might break, until you hear her whimper words.
>"P-Please stay still, Rainbow."
>"Don't LISTEN to her! Don't do this! We can—"
>"Please..." She tilts the bat backwards over her head, preparing, "Please... please... I'm sorry, please..."
>Crash opens her mouth to protest and gets a bat lodged between her teeth.
>Credit where it's due, Fluttershy gave it everything she had. Crash rolls on the ground, howling with pain, bleeding all over the blacktop. Fluttershy's collapsed in a pile, staring in shock.
>She can't even cry.
>Your heart swells.
>This is the best you've felt in years.
>Giddy, laughing, you step over Rainbow Crash and kneel down, pulling her hands away from her bleeding mouth. Fluttershy took out the front teeth and a canine.
"You did some fine work today, Fluttershy! Two, three... four! My high score's three in one. I think you've got a gift for this."
>You can't stop laughing as you pick up Crash's bloody, spat-up teeth from the pavement.
"You've got a wicked nose bleed there, dweeb. Lemme stop that up for ya."
>You shove two into each nostril, and decide to take a few pics to remember this by.
>You pull out your smartphone and snap some pics, both of Crash and of Fluttershy holding the bat.
>Fluttershy finally breaks down crying.
>Snap, snap.
>You pocket your phone and get up.
"Well, it's been real fun, dweebs, but I've gotta go. See ya tomorrow."
>You walk away to let the two work out the future of their precious 'friendship' together. You wonder if they're gonna stay friends.
>Hah.
>As if.