Really Angry Anon - Part 2 (STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING)

>This Gilda chick is alright, way better than most of the bitches from back home.
>Hell, she's the best bitch you've ever met. That practically makes her a bro.
>Turns out she used to be friends with that gay pride p0ny that tried to start shit while you were tied to the table back at that fucking bitch Twilight's house. When Gilda turned up in town one day to meet up with her after fuck knows how long, that Rainbow Dash completely cut Gilda off because that horse's friends thought it was selfish for the two of them to catch up.
>You don't think that's how it fucking went at all. Knowing how roughly they treated you, they're all fucking racists probably.
>Wait, that ain't right. Fucking species-ists? You don't fucking know. They're shitheads, you and Gilda aren't, end of fucking discussion.
>If they had given her an ounce of respect, they'd have found out that she was homeless. Fucking homeless man. You know how much that shit sucks. You went to a party once and woke up a thousand miles away. No fucking explanation or anything. If that wasn't bad enough, you had to fucking walk back. No money for a taxi or a train ticket and you weren't fucking hitch-hiking. The last thing you wanted was your dead body found raped by the side of the road.
>You were fucking lucky you still had your job when you got back home two weeks later. Good thing your manager was a mate from school.

"Afterwards, I ended up beating the shit out of Toby for sticking me in that coal truck." You continue, "If it weren't for his girlfriend being there, I would have fucking killed him. Cost me a good pair of trainers, he did, and he still wouldn't pay for some new ones."
>"Serves him right. What if something bad happened to you?"
"I know right? I would have probably come back as a ghost to haunt him for the rest of his sad fucking life if he got me killed."
>You sigh before the gurgling from your stomach drowns out what little ambiance there had been.
>"Hey Anon, you hungry?"
"Fucking starving." You reply, "I haven't had anything in me since last night."
>The griffon chuckles.
"What?"
>"How often do you have things in you?" She asks with a shit-eating grin.
"Oh fuck you!" You say, giving her a playful shove.
>"Wait here, I'll be right back."
>Gilda flies off, leaving you alone at the cave. This is where she's been living for the past few years. Her family threw her out because she wasn't pulling her weight or some shit. Bunch of fucking bastards. You don't have a job because you can't get one so you get your arse thrown out onto the pavement. Where's the fucking logic in that?
>A few minutes later, Gilda comes back and drops a bunch of still live fish in front of you.
"What the fuck is this?"
>"A snack, what do you think it was?"
>She picks up one and swallows it whole.
You snigger, "Had a lot of practice?"
>She looks at you blankly.
>"What are you talking about?"
"Never mind."

>You pick up a fish which easily slips out of your grasp and flops about some more.
"I can't fucking eat this!"
>"Why not?"
"Why? It's still fucking alive! I can't eat a fucking flip-flopping fish!"
>"What are you, a wuss?"
>Oh no she didn't just call you that.
"I'll fucking show you. 'Wuss.' Pshh."
>You take your left shoe off. Raising it about the floundering trout, you beat the little fucker to death. Glancing at Gilda, she seems apathetic to your display of bravado.
>"Good enough?"
"No. I need to cook it."
>Gilda starts laughing.
"What?"
>"You're as bad as the p0nies, that's what!" She says hysterically.
>Fuck this.
>You head over to the forest and collect dry twigs and fallen branches. You make a pile of them in from of the cave and, using your lucky lighter, set them on fire.
"Now for the fun part."
>You take the straightest bit of wood you found and skewer the fish with it.
>"You look like you do this all the time." Gilda points out.
"Fuck no, why would I when I can order takeout? I'm just doing what I've seen on TV."
>"What's TV?"
>She can't be fucking serious.
"You don't have TV here?"
>She shakes her head.
"Then what the fuck do people here do when they're bored?"
>She shrugs, "They do whatever they want. You really have to go out of your way to be bored."
>You shake your head.
"Fuck that, I'd rather be bored than working my arse off every fucking day."
>You plant the impaled fish in the middle of the fire.
"FUCK!" You yelp when a tongue of fire singes your hand.

>"You alright?"
"Fan-fucking-tastic." You answer, waving your hand about to shake away the pain.
>The griffon chuckles before eating some more raw fish.
>You feel your stomach knot up. Fucking gross, but she's gotta do what she's gotta do.
>You sit back down and stare at your fish roasting in the flames, the odd crackle sending sparks everywhere.
>There's something really fucking satisfying about this, like you're a fucking cavemen from thousands of years ago.
>Fucking beating something to death, dragging its limp body back home and fucking tearing into it with your tribe.
>Feels good man.
>"Hey Anon! Earth to Anon!"
>You snap out of your daydreaming.
"What?"
>She points at your fish. Once a shiny silver, it's now a blackened charred mess.
"FUCK!"
>You grab your meal out from the fire.
"FUCK!" You repeat, dropping the fish because of the high heat.
>You stamp your feet and grit your teeth. Why are you so fucking stupid sometimes? This is just like that chemistry lesson with the sodium and the Bunsen burner all fucking over again. You're a fucking moron, that's what you are.
>"You okay Anon?"
"Do I look like I'm fucking okay?" You spit.
>"Fine Geez." Gilda huffs and walks off.
>You check your hand. Fuck that was lucky. You were afraid your palm was going to be one massive blister.
>You can fucking forget about eating that fish. Even if you could eat charcoal, you can't eat the mud you threw it into.
>If that really is mud, which you fucking doubt.

>There's one more fish left, a skimpy little bastard that stopped jerking around soon after Gilda brought him here.
>Brushing the dirt off it, you don't bother skewering it through its mouth and out its arse. Instead, you stab through its side and hold it over the fire like you're roasting a marshmallow.
>This takes you back.
>Twelve years ago, a school camping trip. You were thirteen and a horny little bastard. Every morning, you and your pervert-in-arms David would go to this concealed outcrop where the two of you would spy on the girls showering in the open-top wash area.
>Then one day, your prayers were answered.
>David had been caught stealing sandwiches from the lunchroom so you were spying out the ladies by yourself. You'd seen everything by this point and was about to leave.
>Until Mrs Phillipson, the tall and slim blonde English teacher with glasses went into the shower by herself.
>Breakfast could wait.
>She stripped with her back turned to you. Taking in the visual treat, you felt your pyjama bottoms growing tighter and tighter.
>Until she turned around.
>Hanging between her legs was the longest trouser snake you had and would ever see in your entire life.
>It was soon after that sight that you came to the conclusion that there was a god and that he fucking hated you with every ounce of his being.
>What did that have to do with marshmallows? 'Mrs' Phillipson gave you a pack for being a good boy on the trip.
>Your jeans feel a bit tighter.
>NO! STOP! BAD BOY!

>You shudder.
>Fuck. No thirteen-year-old boy should be allowed to see something like that. It fucking messes with their mind.
>Yeah, dicks are gross. All veiny and thick and... long and... smooth and throbbing and-
>FUCK! VAGINAS MAN! GOTTA LOVE VAGINAS. OH YEAH, CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM PUSSIES! BOY I COULD FAP TO SOME LESBIAN PORN RIGHT NOW!
>"...sure he went this way sugah?"
>You snap out of your latest self-affirmation of your heterosexuality. That wasn't Gilda's voice. That fucking bad Southern accent was a giveaway. Who the fuck was that?
>You should have ducked inside the cave when you had the chance. From the forest, some of those fucking horses walk out into the open.
>"Yes. I'm sure Applejack, so sure in fact I-"
>You recognise that fucking voice.
>The purple horse freezes and her face scrunches up in rage when she spots you sitting there trying to deal with a bulging semi.
>"You!"
>Of all places, why fucking here and now?
>And she brought some fucking friends with her.
>Even though there's six of them, you reckon you could take them on. They're half your size, how fucking strong could they be?
"That's right bitch, here I am. Want a piece of me?"
>The six horses fan out. As they encircle you, the purple horse's horn starts glowing.
>You fucking remember what happened the last time you saw that.
>Picking up a rock, you aim and throw it at the horse, squarely hitting her horn.
>"Ow!" She screams.


>She starts stumbling about like she's had one too many drinks on a Friday night binge.
>"Twilight!" The horse with the Southern accent yells.
>She turns to face you, snorting in anger.
>Stamping a hoof, she begins charging towards you.
>You could run but you're not one to back down from a fight, especially one you want to be a fucking part of.
>Back home, you took some martial art lessons. You were also a decent football player and could punt the ball two thirds of the way down the pitch from one of the goalposts.
>Yeah, you know what you're going to fucking do.
>Twisting, you spin and send your leg hurtling into the side of the orange horse's head.
>One was enough. She collapses into a pile and doesn't make any move to attack you again. Her twitching lets you know you didn't kill her.
"Didn't know who you were fucking with, did you?"
>"Applejack!"
>You look up. The white horse said that.
>"Why you... you scoundrel! You ruffian! You brute!" She screams at you.
>Sounds like the catty upper class bitches you made a point of staying the fuck away from, at least until you had gotten enough of daddy's cash out of them.
>This horse's horn lights up like the purple bitch's one. A load of rocks come out of the ground and she begin pelting them at you.
"Fuck!" You yelp, as a couple strike you.
>She wants to play dirty? You fucking invented fighting dirty.
>Picking up the unconscious orange horse, you use her as a shield to approach the white one.
>She stops throwing rocks. The look on her face once you're right up to her makes it clear she didn't think this through enough.
"SURPRISE BITCH!" You bellow and smack her with the horse in your hands.

>The white horse goes flying and lands in a bramble bush, getting more and more tangled up in the thorns the more she moves. She in pain, that's what matters. No one fucks with you and gets away with it. If she's lucky, she'll never get out of that any time soon without help, not unless she wants to make it two for two.
"AND IT'S OUT OF THE FUCKING PARK!" You announce, dropping the orange horse you had used as a bat, now totally limp.
>By now, the purple one has regained her balance and is shocked to see two of her friends out of the game.
>You flash her an evil grimace.
>"How dare you!" She screams.
>Her horn starts glowing again. So do her eyes. Fuck, that can't be good.
"Oh no you fucking don't!"
>You sprint at her. A split second later, she blasts you with fucking... magic! Yeah, fucking magic is what it is.
>Your entire left side goes numb. You fall to one knee and your arm is completely dead. You can't feel anything.
>Fuck this is bad.
>She marches up to you and stares coldly into your eyes.
>You've seen that once look before, when Liam had the fucking bright idea to take PCP. Then Freddy thought it would be funny to kick him in the balls to see what would happen.
>Long story short, Liam fucking decimated Freddy's face, so much that he had to go to hospital for surgery.
>The thousand yard stare Liam had when he kept punching Freddy in the face over and over and fucking over again? That's how this fucking horse is looking at you right now.
>You're going to fucking die and a tiny purple horse is going to be the one killing you, not an over-enthusiastic bouncer or a pissed off drug dealer like you had always pictured it happening.
>Fuck.

>"I'm glad Celestia isn't here to see what I'm going to do to you." She says, her voice like ice.
>You remember that name from before, at the tree house. The leader of these horses or some shit like that.
"Fuck you and fuck Celestia, whoever the fuck that is." You say defiantly.
>Before you could block with your one good arm, the horse spins around and kicks you in the chest with her back legs.
>God, the fucking pain! Feels like you just got hit by a fucking truck, you can hardly fucking breathe.
>As you writhe in pain, the purple horse begins kicking you in the chest some more while you're down.
>"That's for hurting Applejack!" She shouts, "That's for hurting Rarity! That's for burning my home down! That's for nearly killing Spike! That's for nearly killing my friends! That's for nearly killing me! And this!" She gives you her hardest kick yet, "That's for burning a first edition printing of Gum Drop's almanac on elemental transmutation!"
>She stops and pants, anger and aggression still pouring out of her.
>Fuck, you think she broke a rib... or two.
>You try and roll over but tense up once pain explodes in another area.
>Fuck, she broke your fucking shoulder as well.
>You haven't had a beating this bad since that time you accidentally scratched that welterweight boxer's Jaguar. The compensation and the bastard's prison sentence made up for the fractured eye socket.
>Right now, you'd be happy if she didn't break your neck.
>Using her magic, she pins you to the ground, rolls you over and puts a hoof on your throat.
>Double fuck.

>"For the good of everyp0ny in Equestria, I'm going to put you out of our misery. I think I can speak for the Princess when I say I'm doing all of us a big favour by taking your life, despite it going against my moral code."
>You repeat her words in your head, then begin laughing, though it's more of a wheeze and you cough up some blood as you do.
"What are you waiting for then, bitch? Do it, I fucking dare you."
>She lifts up her leg but hesitates. You can see it in her eyes. So much for all that fucking talk.
"Come on, I'm right here, fucking kill me!"
>She shuts her eyes and grits her teeth.
>Looks like this is the end.
>Out of fucking nowhere, a blur of brown and white feathers barrels into the side of the white horse.
>You turn your head and smile at this new sight. The purple horse has gotten a taste of her own medicine.
>Standing above her is your now bi-saviour, Gilda the Griffon, holding the horse by the neck with a clawed hand.
>"You alright Anon?" She asks, not taking her eyes off your former attacker.
You chuckle, "Never fucking better."
>She huffs, "Can you move?"
>You try sitting up but the fire in your chest forces you to lie back down.
>You are so badly fucked up right now.
"No."
>Gilda looks the horse over, "Looks like I wasn't clear the last time, was I?"
>Twilight squints at the griffon, "G-Gilda? W-w-why are you-"
>The griffon doesn't let her finish. She slams the horse into a tree head first, leaving her hanging from the trunk by her horn.
>"Stick around, I've got to take care of Anon now because of what you just did."
>This girl man, this fucking girl.

>Gilda comes over and picks you up. She slings you over her back, though she could have been fucking gentler about it.
>"You okay back there Anon?"
>You try and say something but all you can muster is a slur of words consisting of a mash-up of pain, hurt and agony, as well as a number of noises to exemplify the case you're putting across.
>"I'll take that as a yes." She answers.
"Furg yoo..." You mumble.
>As Gilda scratches at the floor for some reason, you roll your eyes upward and see two of the other horses, a yellow one and a pink one, hiding behind some trees and crying their eyes out in fear.
>The only two horses you've seen so far with any fucking brains.
>"Hold on tight Anon, I've got to get you to this guy I know who can fix you up and we've got to fly to get to him. You ready?"
>You murmur an acknowledgement.
>"Okay, so all we have to do is-"
>Gilda freezes. What's the fucking hold up?
>You try to muster enough strength to turn your head but can't.
>Hang on a minute. How many horses was it that took you back to that fucking bitch's library? It was six, wasn't it?
>There's Purple Bitch, White Rich Bitch, Country Bitch, all three of them knocked the fuck out. Yellow Bitch and Pink Bitch are being smart and staying the fuck away from you and Gilda. So that just leaves...
>Fuck.
>Gay Pride Bitch is here now, isn't she?

>"Get out of the way Dash." The griffon barks.
>"Are you crazy Gilda? After what you and that monster did to my friends?" The horse shouts back.
>"It was all your fault for locking him up in the first place. Not like any of you p0nies care about how others feel anyway."
>You hear a hint of sadness in the griffon's voice.
>"Please Gilda, not now."
>"Why shouldn't I? It's not like you care."
>"I know I hurt you, believe me I do." The horse says, sounding sincere, "I wish I could go back and change what I did but I can't. You think I didn't try to find you afterwards to apologise? I looked as hard as I could but I couldn't find you. I heard about what happened but... you can't keep living in the past. You have to move on."
>Ooh... very fucking poor choice of words.
>"Move on? You were my friend Dash! How could you just ditch me like that? Just be all 'forget about all those years we spent hanging out with each other, none of it mattered'? We always said back at flight camp that we'd help each other out if either of us were in a bind, but when it came to cashing out? Were you just lying to me all that time?"
>"Gilda... I... I don't know what to say."
>"Just don't say anything. It's not like I can trust you anymore, can I? Now get out of my way."
>There's a pause before you hear the horse move out of the way. Once she does, Gilda marches past her. As you go past, you see Rainbow trying her hardest not to cry but doing a miserable job of it.
>With tear filled eyes, she looks up at you as the griffon takes off. You give her the middle finger and a blood stained grin.
>Looks like you win for once.