The harsh winds blew through Spectrum's mane. Winter had roamed this place for a few months now and the chilling winds filled with snow would in most cases bothered her. This sight in front of the house she looked at and the ponies she could see inside through the windows was nothing new. The elder male brought the bottle of strong cider to his mouth, soon tossing it away without caring the slightest. Through the other window she saw an elder mare staring angrily at the stallion, holding a bottle of her own that was empty. Spectrum had seen this before. She had seen it up close and from a distance. Not even the weather wanted it, the strong winds told about the truth that this home was not welcome.

It was her old home and parents.

She glanced over her shoulder covered by the warm winter jacket she had been given. Behind her she saw the red stallion waiting in the stormy wind. He didn't say anything, everything had already been said. He had asked her if she was sure about this so many times that he didn't doubt her anymore. She turned back to the house and took her first step towards it. She had reached the door. She got up on her hindlegs. She pulled out the gun from her collar....

Red stared in silence as the door opened carefully. At first there was nothing but the sound of cold breezes in the wind. He didn't have time to get used to it, because soon he saw the stallion through the window raising his head, right before a gunshot cracked the air and the window got covered in scarlet splatter. A ruckus broke out, and soon the elder mare ran out from the house, screaming in fear as she rushed towards Red. She was panicked and couldn't say anything coherent.

Another gunshot, and the mare fell to the snow-covered ground.

Red watched as the wounded pony tried to crawl away, refusing to die while Spectrum walked up behind her. The mare turned around and looked in horror at the pony holding the gun. She looked deep into her daughter's eyes, then faced the barrel.

A last shot, and Red saw the mare's foreleg fall limp to the ground.

Spectrum lowered the gun and looked at Red. Their eyes met just like they had done so many times before. She put away the gun and walked past him, hoping he would follow her soon so she didn't have to stay here another second. The stallion followed her with his eyes until she was way past him. He then gave the corpse another look and took up his walkie-talkie.

“We have a tragic case here in Stalliongrad. Judging from the looks of it, a husband killed his wife shortly before committing suicide. Send somepony to clean it up at my coordinates...”.

The end

Author's Note

ALLOW ME TO SAY THIS...
I didn't put the word “commission” in this story's title just because I'm afraid people will judge me as a communist. In fact, I don't have any political nor religious opinions at all. Just don't shove it in my face and you can do whatever you feel like with it. Anyhow, this was a commission for a good friend of mine, and I don't judge him because of his political opinions. All I cared about was that I didn't fail him when he asked me for this. As a GOOD FRIEND like every other brony should be.

Now back to what I wanted to say ^^
A lot of you who follow me have asked when I will update “Ponyville's Lusts” and “Whorse!”, so let me explain by saying that this is what has kept them away. This commission took me way longer than I expected it to take, but at least it is finished. So now I can go back to my old work and try use my new way of working to get things done.

In case any of you wonders, this commission cost 15 dollar, resulting in 21000+ words. I'll happily take any commissions as soon as I get time for it, but until then, everyone is free to send me their ideas and I can tell that I will answer all of them.

Brohoof on ya all!