Anon vs Winona [mlp]

>Another day, another bit.
>You arrive at Sweet Apple Acres for another day of back breaking labor.
>It's hard, but it puts food on the table, so you can't complain.
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>"Now Anon, ah need ya ta dig some holes out here so we kin plant a new orchard."
Yes'mm miss boss lady miss.
>"Now Anon, don't be like that. Anyway, ah'll be buckin in tha south field if ya need me."
Alrighty then AJ. How many?
>She motions over to a fence.
>"As many as ya kin get dug today, we're makin ah whole new orchard after all."
*sigh* Right.
>"Now buck up Anon, ah know it's hard, but we need all tha help we kin get. I'll even pay ya a little extra. Now I gotta git, apples ain't gonna buck themselves."
>She makes her way down the path as you begin working and is soon out of sight.
>A few minutes pass and you've already made got the first hole just about ready for planting.
>*YIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIP*
>When IT starts...
>Every. Single. Day.
>That little bitch Winona stands around barking at you.
>She's fine whenever AJ's around, but the second she leaves she starts.
>Despite the fact that you've been here nearly every day for a year and tried everything to make the stupid mutt like you.
>And AJ didn't think it would be right to just lock her in the house.

>With a sigh, you resolve to try to ignore her and get back to work like every day.
>Of course, as with every day, your thoughts often turn to how much you'd like to break her little neck.
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>A few hours pass, and you decide you've earned a break.
>Plopping down at the base of a tree, you close your eyes and try to relax as best you can.
>Mere moments later your not so quiet moment is interupted by a wetness on your leg.
>Your eyes shoot open to see the last fucking straw.
>That little bitch is squating and PISSING on your leg.
GAH! YOU STUPID FUCKING DOG!
>You kick her in the ribs as hard as you can with your other leg.
>With a loud whining arf, she rolls a few times, but because of your poor angle, is able to get up and snarl at you.
>Not even thinking, instead running on pure rage, you jump to your feet and grab your shovel in one swift motion.
>You take aim and swing it like a golf club right into her chest.
>A thunk and a howl of pain both sound at once, but more than that, you can practically feel the crunch as something breaks inside her.
>The blow sends her flying several feet before she stops rolling.
>She looks up at you with a look that says raw fear past any species barrier and then, very slowly, tries limping away.
>Fuck mercy, you've been wanting to do this for far too long, you bolt up to the stupid mutt and kick her again.
>She rolls again then tries to escape again before you bring your boot down on her back.

>Another loud yelp, and she's reduced to crawling.
>She moves slowly to you and begins nuzzling your leg, almost like she's trying to beg forgiveness.
>Far too late, even if you DID want to stop, Applejack and her friends would give you the highest of hells for this.
>You're not sure whether to be more worried about how Applejack would react, or Fluttershy.
>You raise your foot and bring it down on her head with a dull, crunching thud.
>Her eyes skew in different directions and blood leaks from her nose, mouth and eyes.
>She begins to shake, her whole body violently thrashing and convulsing along the ground, leaving small blood stains along the dirt.
>After what seems like several minutes, but was probably mere seconds, her thrashing dies down, then stops completely.
>There's not a chance in hell she's alive now, but for good measure, and one last bit of revenge, you grab her by the scruff of the neck and toss her body in the air.
>You swing with the shovel and....miss.
>Trying again, you get a direct hit, sending her several feet.
>With your anger properly vented, you realize you'll need to cover your ass now.
>You run to the house to wash yourself when you have a better idea and instead run straight to AJ.
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*pant* A..AJ!"
>"Well howdy pard...WHAT IN TARNATION HAPPENED TA YOU?"
It...It's Winona!
>"W...WHAT?!"
I..*gasp* was coming back from lunch when I heard her yelping. I ran up to find a way bigger dog tearing her up. I beat it away with the shovel, but Winona is...
>"W..Winona is...."
>She looks like she's about to break down bawling.
I'm sorry Applejack.

>The next day, Fluttershy had set up a small pet funeral thing to help give Applejack some closure.
>Lucky you, they didn't really want to look at it, so nobody really looked very closely at her wounds.
>Each of them tried to say something in their own way, your turn was last before AJ.
>You didn't have a single good thing to say about the mutt, so you decide to just use a short line of bullshit.
I didn't really know Winona, but I do know that when she wasn't being, heh, a little noisy for my taste, she could be a very sweet doggy.
I just wish I was there to stop it from happening. I'm sorry AJ, I...I'd really rather not talk about this.
>"It...It's alright Anon. Ah know ya didn't really get along, thanks fer sayin somethin nice."
>"Winona was the best dog a mare could ever ask for, ah've had her since ah was a filly, and ah don't think ah kin ever fill tha hole there."
>"But thank ya all fer comin, it makes it ah little easier...it means tha world ta me."
>You place a hand on her shoulder.
Come on AJ, let's go in.
>She nods and you grab her up and hold her again your chest, gently rubbing her back as you walk.
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>The rest of the day is spent just comforting her.
>Her family comes in from time to time to check on her, but you're doing the heavy lifting on this.
>You find yourself staying the night there, sleeping on the couch.
>As you start nodding off, you hear the clatter of hooves approach and before you realize it, Applejack is on you chest.
>"Anon, ah just wanted ta say thanks...fer tryin ta help Winona, and...well, fer bein such ah good friend and....."
>She stalls, and you take a little initive you've been considering for a while.
>Leaning forward, you place your hands on sides of her face and give her a kiss on the tip of her snout.
It was really no problem AJ.
>She reacts with surprise, but then leans in and returns with a slightly longer one on your lips and an affectionate nuzzle.
>Smiling for the first time since her dog died, she jumps down and starts heading back to her room.
>"Ah'll see ya in the mornin Anon."