The Big Bad Anon - Pinkie Pie

>Be the puffy and lovable Pinkie Pie
>It's another great day at Canterlot High as you sit with your most bestest friends in the world and for lunch
>It makes you so happy to see all the smiles on their faces when you're all together like this!
>Today you prepared for yourself a delicious ham sandwich with a cupcake on the side
>Across from you Rainbow Dash sits and continues with her story while you eat
>"-so that's when I swooped that ball right up in front of her and totally stole it without her even noticing! She ran all the way to our goal only to kick air as I charged right back and smashed it right into their goal!"
>She bursts out into teary laughter and the others girls join in, but of course not as... enthusiastic as Dash
"Ya down right squashed that team Dash! Boy howdy I ain't seen a match that one sided in a long while!"
>Applejack slaps Rainbow on the back for all her hard work
>With a fist held high, Rainbow yells
>"That's what you get when you mess with the strongest team in the state! Yeah!"
"Yeah good job Dash! We should throw a 'Hurray for showing no mercy!' party for you! And maybe an apology party for the other team too, a 'Sorry you got totally wrecked by us' party!"
>Dash scoffs
"Hah! Like they'd wanna come anywhere near this place after what we did!"
>*bzzt bzzt*
>Huh?
>A vibration from your phone goes off in your pocket
>You fish into your pocket as the rest of the table delve into other conversations
>Flipping the screen you see you have one new message
>Oh no...
>Not him
>Anyone but him right now
>And it was such a good day too...
>You haven't even opened the message but you already know what he wants
>That darned Anon, you were so hoping you wouldn't have to make any deliveries today
>You even told him you didn't wanna do this anymore, but of course nothing gets through that thick head of his
>He's mainly using you because you are friends with everybody, you know how to get to people, and in his own words, "They wouldn't rip off a friend."
>The message blips open after you press it
>"I got another one for ya ponks. get to the left side of the school now."
>Jeez, couldn't even say please...
>Whatever, better go now before he gets mad
>You'd rather not have a repeat of what happened last time you tried to bail out
>That day was so embarrassing...
>It was some time after lunch, you were on your way to your locker to grab your books for the next class
>What you didn't expect to see was a crowd around your locker fixated on something
>Upon reaching your locker, a deep dread filled your entire body as you saw what it was
>It was a reminder
>A reminder of something terrible you've done
>At some time midspring break, Applejack decided to throw a huge bonfire party in an empty area at her farm
>She invited everyone at CHS to come and of course they all did
>With such a big party how did you not expect to go all out?
>So what if maybe you had a little to much to drink?
>Who cares if it's just a little lap dance here and there?
>And maybe it was a tree branch that just so happened to rip your top off?
>That table was wobbly anyways, anybody could have leaned on it and broke it
>But maybe climbing on it was a bad idea
>The worst though, Applejack was kind enough to give you her bed to rest while the party was still going
>After they helped you to the bed, you don't remember going to sleep
>But you remember waking up in your own puke covered all over the bed
>You still feel absolutely terrible for that
>A lot of stuff happened that night, of course most of it you don't really remember
>But thanks to Anon, he didn't mind filling in the blanks by taping photos of the events all over your locker
>You tried to tear off all the photos and destroy them, but the damage had already been done
>Yeah, that's when you learned you should just do what he wants you to do
>As much as Anon is a big fat meanie though, he isn't completely heartless and he gives you a small cut of the profits after the delivery is done
>And because you do he tends to target you less
>Not a bad trade considering you know what he is capable of
>You lift yourself from your seat quickly, grabbing the attention of your friends
"Hehe, sorry girls! I need to use the ladies room for a minute, brb~!"
>"Alright just don't fall in!"
>You gigglesnort at Rainbows joke
>But honestly falling in a toilet sounds a lot better than doing this
>Waving goodbye to all your friends, you set off for your destination
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>Be Big Bad Anon
>You've been pacing back and forth waiting and waiting for what feels like forever
"Damn it, where is that pink bitch? I texted her 50 seconds ago and I know she ca-!"
>"51 seconds!"
>You jump as Pinkie yells behind you
>Man she's way too sneaky with that shit
>Now's not the time to bullshit though
>You need to get this stuff running now, there might not be another chance for a while until you can try again
"Alright penk, we got a big one this time."
>Looking around for any suspecting eyes, you unzip your jacket and reach your hand in
>Pinkies eyes are glued to your hand as you pull out 1/2 pound of weed and 5 oz. zip lock bag of cheap coke you got from your private source
>These kids aren't exactly the kind to go out and find this stuff themselves so you're jacking the price up wild
>It took some convincing but you managed to agree on a cool 250
>The only part you don't like about this is who exactly you'll be selling this to
>Those three ratty ass fuckin' Diamond Dog assholes again
>As much of a pain in the ass they are, they have been buying from you for some time now
>This is the first time they've asked for this much though, and normally they don't ask for coke
>But as long as they pay the fuck up then you'll have no problems
>You've kicked their asses multiple times before, but for some reason that doesn't deter them
>It's a risk you've just gonna have to take here
>You pass over the delivery to Pinkie, but something upsets you
>She isn't taking them
>"I-, Anon... is that what I think it is? You've never gave me that to hold before! I can look past the weed but I don't wanna get caught with that kind of stuff on me..."
>Not liking this turn of events, you thump Pinkie in the forehead
"Then don't get caught dumbass! Pinks I swear if this deal goes sour in any way I'm gonna lose my shit alright? You should be getting a nice chunk for this too so don't be ungrateful. All you gotta do is go to the men's locker room in the gym, make the trade, and go. Simple as that as long as you don't fuck around okay? Especially not with those Diamond Dog shit heads around, and if Rover's smart enough he won't try to pull any shit since it's coming from me so just keep it simple and get the fuck out."
>You need her to go now, or else you're gonna miss your scheduled swirly you planned for that nerd who bumped into you yesterday
>You shove the contents into Pinkies hands and she just stuffs all of it into her hair no problem
>Makes you wonder what the hell else could be in there...
>"But Anon..."
>Oh not this shit again
>Pinkie looks at you solemnly
>"You know I really don't like taking it to those guys, they always look at me weird with their tongues out and are definitely not friendly. They get really close to me too, like, breath on your neck close, you know what I mean? I just don't feel safe..."
>Ugghhh
>You wipe your face and groan openly
"Fiiiine jeez!"
>For a second Pinkie's face lights up, thinking you're just gonna call it off
>But you reach into the back of your waistband and slip out your handy dandy Bowie knife
"Take this."
>As much as it is for her security, Pinkie doesn't seem too keen on the idea of keeping a large knife on her
>"*GAAASP!* ANON! Put that away!"
>What, too much?
>Rolling your eyes, you shove it back in it's sleeve
"Alright fine, just keep this on you at least if you're really feeling like that much of a pussy!"
>Reaching into another pocket, you pull out a small metal flip pocket knife
>Nothing fancy but it gets the job done
>You grab Pinkies hand and make her grab it
>Just wanting this done as fast as possible, you grab her by the shoulders and shove her towards her destination, leaving her with a slap to the ass to get the gears going
"Now get outa here and make me money!"
>Reluctantly Pinkie looks back at you, then proceeds to run
>Fuckin' A you're hoping this goes well
>You coulda just taken it yourself, but you didn't think you have to worry too much
>At least that's what you would think if those cunts weren't involved
>If it was anyone else but them you'd have no worries
>But those guys can be shady as hell sometimes
>Also you don't like what she said about them, if they fuck with her in any way then that's messing with your business
>You wouldn't even put it behind those fuckers if they did
>Hell, there's been rumors about how they once tried to kidnap your poor little cock sock Rarity
>You know it was them, nobody else noticed but they just so happened to be gone the entire time all of that went down
>Somehow they caught her and she disappeared for a good while without a trace
>But if you know that chick there's no way she would let that happen without a fight
>Rarity seems to be alright after that and is pretty keen on not talking about it at all
>The dogs weren't either, even with a bit of rough housing
>Nobody knows what she was up to while she was gone, and no matter how much you dug you could never find anything
>The fact that they can be so untraceable doesn't sit well with you
>There's a chance that they might know some people you don't know about
>Which means...
>If they somehow steal that delivery, they'll be able to make it disappear without a trace
>And now they just so happened to make the biggest order you've ever heard from them?
>You swear if these fucks try anything...
>...
>...
>...
>Aw fuck it, teaching nerds how to breathe underwater can wait
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>Be Pinkie Pie again
>You managed to get to the locker room fairly quickly and without hassle
>Opening the large door you are immediately hit with a strange smell of boy stank
>It makes you cringe, mainly because it's not the good kind of stank
>Ignoring the smell, you quickly slide in and enter the room
>You scan the area but only see lockers and benches, but none of those guys yet
>Walking further in you pass locker after locker but still see nothing
>A sound catches your ear though, at the very back of the room behind more lockers
>Following the sound as it gets louder, you can make out what sounds like a conversation in hushed whispers
>"...oesn't matter what he says... -ell ya we'll be loaded after this! Now quiet she's gonna be here any minute..."
>You don't really know what they're saying but slowly you round the corner of lockers the voice is coming from
>The first thing you see is a very large guy with big burly arms crossed and leaning against the lockers
>You remember his name being Fido, it was pretty strange how these guys went so far as to name each other after dogs for their little club
>Sitting next to him was a smaller chubby kid that goes by Spot, looking particularly snazzy today with a fancy new leather jacket
>And lastly was their leader Rover, A scraggly looking teen with a big conniving grin and squinted eyes sitting on another bench, flipping around a butterfly knife
>The gangs attention shifts to you as you show yourself
>It immediately falls quiet as they all stare at you
>Ugh, they're doing it again...
>Rover flips his knife closed and pockets it, standing up from the seat
>"Well well well look who it is! If it ain't our favorite delivery girl Pinkie Pie... So? You got the stuff?"
>Alright, just like Anon practiced with you
"... You got the cash?"
>Rover scoffs and laughs a cackling chuckle waving you off
>"Ohhohoh of course I do girly! Who do you think I am? Now let's see what ya got, the product I mean. Though I would't mind a peek at ya either! Hehehehh ain't the right boys?"
>The others nod and laugh in approval while passing around high fives
>Ugh, freakin' creeps...
>Whatever, you pull the the large 1/2 bag and smaller bag from your hair
>Their eyes nearly sparkle when they see the large amount of drugs before them
>"Hoohohoho that Anon really knows his stuff! Everything we asked for right in front of us! Now what do you say  we get this done fast alright?"
>Rover reaches into his back pocket to fish something out
>But instead of pulling out the money like you were expecting, he pulls out his knife
>Oh fudge
>You flinch as snaps his fingers and whistles to Fido
>"Fido! grab her!"
>What?
>Before you could react, Fido's massive arms were already on top of you, keeping you pinned to a wall of lockers
"AH! HEY!"
>What are they doing?!
>This isn't good this isn't good!
>"Spot! Grab the shit!"
>The contents of the delivery are ripped from your hands and stolen
>"Haahahaha! Yes! We did it boys! We're gonna be rolling in it once we get this sold for ourselves!"
>Do these guys have a death wish or something?! This is Anon they're crossing here!
>You struggle and kick as much as you can but to no avail
"This is a really bad idea guys!!! Do you really think Anon wil-HMMPHM!"
>You're interrupted when a greasy disgusting hand is shoved over your mouth
>"Anon won't be able to do shit! By the time we're out of here we can have this sent off under his radar for even double the price than what he was even gonna get! And he won't be able to find us either, because we'll be gone before he can even catch a whiff of us!"
>Rover brings his blade close to your face
>"And there is nothing you can do about it... ya know, lunch isn't ending anytime soon, what do ya say we have a little fun? Hhehehhh~..."
>You look away in fear as he lifts the knife and slices down, cutting your blouse clean open
"Hpmhm! MHPHTHhmpht!"
>Struggling is futile right now with Fido's massive arms pinning you down
>Fear rocks your body as you are unable to fight back under their grip
>Darn it why did this have to happen to you?!
>Tears start to well up as your struggling gets weaker and weaker
>That's it, you can't get out of this now...
>"Now just stay still pretty, I promise you'll enjoy it too! Ahh- *GRFK*!"
>All of the sudden before Rovers dirty lips were able to touch you, your vision of his ugly mug was replaced quickly by a meaty flying fist aimed straight for his jaw
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>These FUCKING ASSHOLES!
>It was definitely a good thing you tailed Pinkie for this one
>Pushing the full weight of your body into your fist, you blast Rovers head back with a powerful punch
>His body tumbles backwards and trips over a bench making him land straight on his ass and hitting the back of his head on the lockers
>Now the other two decide to help out their buddy
>Big Fido is the first to step up and launches a barrage of heavy swings
>He may be big, but it makes him slow enough to bob and weave each attack without a scratch
>After getting the hang of his rythm, you throw some punches of your own catching him on the chin with a few hits
>The big guy stumbles bit keeps on swinging
>The sneaky midget Spot takes this opportunity to sneak around and try to make a run for it with your product
>Nuh-huh little man you ain't getting away that easy
>You slip between Fido's punches and charge towards the little fucker
>With Fido still swinging behind you, you grab Spot by the collar and pull him back towards the fight
>You throw Spot into the mess of punches coming from behind you and just as you wanted a wayward fist collides with his small frame, knocking the wind outa him and throwing him against the lockers
>That's two down, one to fuuu- *WHAM* *WHAM*
>You let your guard down as expected Fido to stop punching after noticing he hit his own, but you are rocked as two solid reps bounce off your head
>You've vision spins for a second but you catch yourself before he can get any more hits in
>You try backing out of his range but Fido just seems to step on the gas and keeps swinging harder and faster
>Now you're alert, but the last two hits has already slowed you down significantly
>Narrowly dodging his attacks is proving to me more and more difficult as you can feel your muscles pushing to the max, but there's no time to bitch now
>The both of you trade hits to the chin, knocking each other back
>You don't know how many more hits you can take after that
>But you gotta keep fighting, if they win that means all that money goes straight down the drain!
>Keeping a quick eye out, you see Pinkie was able to escape and is now hiding in the corner of the room
>Rover seems out cold and Spot is trying to pick himself up
>You raise your fists to continue and tighten up as Fido piles on the punches, your body is too exhausted to move out of the way of his hits so blocking is all you can do
>You better start lashing out now or else he's gonna catch you!
>You just need him to take a breath and...
>There it is!
>As Fido's right arm swings a little too high he lets a deep breath out, you duck and rush in before he can pull back his arm
>Now that you're inside, you deliver blow after blow into his mid section, winding up and planting bombs into his solar plexus
>The shock from this body shot is felt instantly as Fido gags and coughs doubling over
>Taking back the stride you slam a combination of knees to his head
>Fido can only suffer as he takes the punishment, head bouncing to and fro after each consecutive shot
>Finally it's time to end this bullshit, you wind yourself up and reel your leg back for the finishing blow
>But before you can send it off, a pair of grubby little hands grab your leg and stops you
>Fuck!
>Before you could knock Spot off, Fido desperately takes the chance and sends a fist straight to your head
>You hear a cackling laughter as your world begins to fade slowly and you stumble backwards
>Stay awake damn it!
>Stay awake!
>You can feel the millions of ants clawing up your body as you wobble
>With Spot now into play, you fear you might not be getting outa this one...
>Fido keeps desperately slamming hammers onto you, fading your vision more and more to black
>It's been a while since you've been in this much pain before
>It's starting to get harder to comprehend what's going on anymore
>The core of your body is getting shocked with each hit
>Your legs are wobbly and it's getting hard to stand
>Goddamn it, why did these fuckers have to go and do this the hard way?
>If it wasn't for them you'd be out having fun, dunking nerds into toilets and snapping the string draws of girls bras
>Not here, having to protect Pinkie and getting wailed on by this massive cunt
>You never knew they'd be able to fight back like this, every time you roughed them up you now think it was on purpose, just to get your guard down for a moment like this
>The worst part is if they manage to get away with this, then not only does it hurt your business, but your pride as well
>You rule this school
>If anybody else figured out you got you ass handed to you by these chumps, that fear and respect you've worked so hard to get would vanish...
>All that work, just to lose it all...
>...
>To hell with that.
>With as much energy left as you can muster, you charge as your body goes on auto pilot
>The muscles in your legs pump into action as your arms follow instinct, throwing a powerful punch in between Fido's
>You catch him square in the face, stopping his barrage
>Looking below you see Spot running to stop you, but you swing your leg with a force and connect hard with his small head
>His body flies to the side, slamming against a concrete wall. He ain't getting up from that.
>Before Fido has time to recover you come back steamed and panting heavily
>He tries to back up desperately but leaves his face wide open for a stiff left jab
>After a few deep breaths, you charge right back in
"GrraahhHH!!!"
>You force a fist deep into his liver with a thunderous body shot
>Fido's face pops open as he spits out some blood and groans in pain
>Swinging back around, you strike him again this time square in the temple with a resounding *THUD*
>That had to have done it right there, but like hell you're done with this fucker
>Pulling back your fist, you swing again for another liver blow, landing directly and feeling a rib give too
>"Ghagh! *cough!* Ghu-"
>That body blow made him wilt like a flower, so with all the energy you have left, you blow him away with a shot to his open jaw
>The big lug is knocked back off his feet and lands onto the concrete floor in a bloody mess, down for the count
>You breathe heavily and try to catch you breath
>With all three of them down, you feel it's a safe time to relax now
>Shakily, you sit yourself on the nearest bench and inspect the damage
>Busted lip, your eyebrow is cut, nose is bleeding, the skin on your knuckles scraped off again, and your entire body aches
>Well...
>At least you still have your drugs.
>Speaking of...
"*Huff... Huff* Hey... Pinkie? you still there? Get over here."
>Soon enough you see Pinkie poke her head from behind a wall of lockers
>"is... is it safe now?"
"Yeah, yeah everything's fine now. You can come out."
>She emerges from her hiding place, clearly shaken up from the whole ordeal
>Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held her chest tightly
"They didn't hurt you did they? I hope I wasn't too late, heh."
>Pinkie silently shakes her head no
>"No I'm fine, but if you didn't come then... then, oh jeez I don't know what would have happened!"
>Struggling to hold back her crying, she eventually lets go and slumps onto the bench next to you
>"Th-*sniffle* Thanks so much for saving me there Nonny..."
>You hold a hand up to interrupt
"Don't. If I woulda just gone myself this probably still could have happened but at least you wouldn't have been involved. I almost put you directly in danger and I don't know what I woulda done if I lost you. I mean, your connections..."
>Pinkie remains silent, but slowly you an see a smile creep onto her face
>"I understand Nonny, but still, thanks a lot. Maybe you aren't as bad a guy as yo-"
"Finish that sentence I dare you, see if you don't get a giant wad of gum stuck in that 80's disaster you call a hairstyle. Nice tits by the way."
>Staring down in surprise, she squeaks and covers herself with her arms to hide herself
>"Well great, now what'll I do?! I didn't bring an extra shir-"
>*BRRRIIIINNGGG*
>Well shit, so much for having some time to relax
>"What? Oh no not good! How am I supposed to go out there looking like this?"
>You scan the room looking for any options
>Well well well...
>Looks like Spot decided to be a high roller today with that new leather jacket he's got on
>Standing up from the bench but still a big wobbly, you reach his limp body and pull the jacket off him
"Here, it might stink like shit but it's better than nothing. Now we need to get outa here before people start showing up, let's go."
>She takes the jacket but stops for a second to think, an idea pops in her head and she reaches into her hair and pulls out a bottle of air freshener, spraying the jacket down and shaking it off
>A small flick of blood hit your cheek as she did, but you don't really care at the moment
>Honestly you just wanna go home and smoke that fuckin' 1/2 pound for yourself and do a few lines here and there
>Buuuut....
You guess since there wasn't any profit today, Pinkie doesn't deserve to leave empty handed, she DID do the job she was supposed to do anyways
>Quickly you grab a small plastic ziplock bag from your back pocket and take a handful from the sack, then stuff it into the other bag
>Zipping it up, you toss it to Pinkie once we puts that leather jacket
>"Here ya go Pinks, sell it, smoke it, I don't carrruhh-..."
>Woah.
>You're not gonna lie, she looks pretty damn sexy in that jacket
>It's small enough to show her midriff and the top stretches slightly due to her bodacious bouncing betty's
>She catches the bag and stuffs into her hair, then straightens the jacket and zips it down just enough to show a bit of cleavage
>"Thanks again Nonny, you may be a big ol' fuddy duddy but... nah you're still pretty terrible, but if it wasn't for you I'd be in big trouble! Actually if it wasn't for you I would be in this mess at all but hey things happen! Well more like you happen since none of this would have even happened without you which means I'd probably still be eating lunch with my friends but I mean I guess it all worked out! Okay maybe 'worked out' isn't the right phrase but stil-"
"FUCKING GO PINKIE! Get the hell outa here!"
>Jesus Christ that bitch can never shut up sometimes
>"Oh right! Ok, lemme just..."
>before you could react, you were smothered by 90 pounds of pink and wrapped in a big hug
>Quickly releasing she bolts out of the locker room and to the next class
>As for you, you grab whatever was left of all the shit and stuff them in your jacket
>As much as you totally wanna walk around with all this heat on you during school right now, you think it'd be a good idea to just ditch out for today
>But before you leave...
>Walking up to Rovers weak body, you lift and slam your foot into his rib cage
>Only a few gasps and pained wheezes escape his mouth, but this definitely isn't the end for these fuckers
>If they actually thought they'd be able to get away with this then they are sorely mistaken
>But that's for another day, as for now you slip out of the locker room and head on your way home
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>Be Pinkie Pie
>You're running to your locker to retrieve your books and just so happened to bump into your friends just as they were exiting the cafeteria
"Oh! Heya girls!"
>They all turn to greet you, but are immediately caught by surprise
>Rainbow is the first to speak up
>"Hey Pinkie where have you bee-, uhh... That's..."
>Crud crud please don't ask
>"That's... an awesome jacket Pinkie! You look like a total badass!"
>You laugh and giggle at Rainbows response, oh if only she knew who the ACTUAL badass is here...
"I know right?! It's so comfy and cool! Sorry girls but no time to chat, class is about to start soon! See ya girls later!"
>They all stared in awe as you skipped away down the hall
>But what really caught the attention was on the back of the jacket
>In bold red letters with a red border stretched across the back, it read "Vaginaterian"
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